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Kayla

When I get lost and need you there

I try to see just what is fair

Who'll correct me when I'm wrong

And help me find where I belong

In which one I can depend

The glue that's fixes, helps to mend

The piece of tape that holds it right

The little voice that's full of fright

The wise old owl who puts it blunt

The little beast that's full of funk

The rush of energy that motivates

The lack of will to negotiate

And when I find I can no longer run

Then I'll know I'm truly done.

  • Author: Kay (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2015 00:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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