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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