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Like an abacus 1 2 3 4
clicking and clacking back and forth
absolute, unchanging, save the
red paint wearing off
and the callous building
on the side of my finger.
The great pendulum swings
never hanging to the left or the right
as much as we try to hold it in
the position we desire.
The earth still perpetually turns
its power remains omnipotent.
Yet humanity tries to survive
in a bramble bush of confusion
tearing their skin from wicked thorns
as they reach and strive for
fat berries sweet and ripe.
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"If you have the chance to sit it out or dance, I just say Dance." writen by Mark Sanders recorded by LeeAnn Womack
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Summer In The City
