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By wishing_on_stars

A blank expression I keep on my face So you'll never know, I feel out of place It's how I always seem to be So you don't bother to question me I hear you going on about certain things But answers my voice will not bring For I know not of what you speak I'm obviously not in your clique Copyright 2005 JEM

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August 19, 2005 09:51No Child Is Innocent Once Born

Cool poem!