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This awful thing
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To put to end this awful thing
A thought that's often viewed
They'll not have worry any more
No more will they ignore it
Even as the seconds pass
The thought grows and grows
Will it change their lives?
Will even one of them care?
To put to end this awful thing
It maybe very futile
For who will ever notice now
If they never knew before the end
One minute and now two gone
Nothing has changed yet
So selfish and so uncaring
Hasn't any one noticed?
Why put to end this awful thing
When none even seen the beginning
It is such a wasted thing
When going or staying is no matter
No end to the awful thing
Its pace keeps on going
Those around keep away
Never touching the awful thing
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© 2002 by Jim Ward. All rights reserved
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