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Left Behind

February 7, 2009
By Ashmunch GOLD, Marshfield, Wisconsin
Ashmunch GOLD, Marshfield, Wisconsin
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The day is long
And I grow weak
Underneath the sun

I sit here alone
Seeking some kind of meaning
For an unfruitful life

Have I done something wrong
Or have I been forgotten
I sit here alone

My eyes grow weary
My thoughts wonder
Underneath the sun

I sleep and ponder
My legs twitch
A growl escapes my throat

Tetherd to this tree
I sit here alone
Underneath the sun



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