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A collection of short poems.

Finding a job is like finding hidden treasure

You look all over the place, hoping to find something

But you end up disappointed most of the time

You have to keep looking until you find it

There's a feeling deep inside of you that pushes

you forward

I think that when I find a job, it'll be like

I've been looking for hidden treasure

when the reality of it has been 

staring me in the face the whole time

That I'm not looking for treasure

I'm looking for ease.

Finding a job isn't like finding hidden treasure at all.

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Falling downwards

Towards the ground

I try to grab the clouds

as I fly by

I glance up

and I see the sun

It's beautiful

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I get aroused by long, striped socks

Don't ask me why

I like it when I see girls wearing them

Don't ask me why

I want to wear some striped socks

Don't ask me why

Am I a pervert?

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Hoping for something good to happen

won't get you anywhere

You have to do good things

for good things to happen to you

If you just sit around and wait

odds are you'll die at the age of

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He silently felt his way around in the dark

The power had been out for three hours

and he had no flash light

Noises in the dark always scared him

Like the noises that he heard then

There were growls and screams

Like animals revolting

Like the world ending

The lights came back on

but he still couldn't see.