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poem
once in a life you meet someone
eyes but touch, impression holds
all others are forgot
and you KNOW
it changes you, and you feel shallow
your life teaters upon a scale
reassured only by a smile
it becomes clear
the future seems so real
yet ohhh so far away
if only i could touch you now
be mine today
others watch, they know so much
why are we so blind to them
if we listened to their meddling thoughs
alas we're deaf
fans and players, night and day
is there really a difference, is morrow made?
Fan critisize, scrutinatise, and stigmatise
players just play
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This dog, is dog, a dog, good dog, way dog, to dog, keep dog, an dog, idiot dog, busy dog, for dog, 20 dog, seconds dog!
Now read without the word dog.
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