Like A ChildA Poem by Sean
Slip, stand, brush off your hand and again into the fray. As children we get up again, adults struggle with that each day. Pressures of the world are worn as shackles upon our daily lives. Each new pressure each day born cuts deeper than the sharpest knives.
Cut me off, I've had enough... © 2008 SeanReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 4, 2008 AuthorSeanSan Francisco, CAAboutI'm surrounded by like souls and a******s, with nothing to tell them apart. The demimonde is making dating difficult, what with the markets the way they are and most of my money tied up in food and r.. more..Writing
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