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Tuesday, September 7
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| The Little Things |
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The little things that come and go.
The little things we sometimes show.
Represents all that matters.
When we get mixed up amungst the clatter.
We try so hard to keep things tight.
We mostly, always, sometimes fight.
We push and push and come so close.
To letting go of all our hopes.
Our dreams become desires.
Tiny flames turn into fires.
And then we realize what we've had.
And come to know its not so bad.
So we work to get things back together.
And turn the bad into so much better.
And so now we know that,
Its the little things that come and go.
The little things we sometimes show.
That represent all that matters.
When we get mixed up in the clatter. |
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