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by mattswan 

Posted: 09 June 2006
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So here's my question,
tossed in the air

Is misery,
really dispair

Or merely,
a breath of fresh air

And when you sit,
and wonder and stare

And think about thoughts,
you've caught from nowhere

What's the point,
what's the aim

What's the reason,
who's to blame

The answer I admit,
is obscure

Deep down,
too fatal to cure.

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