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3d
I’ve got a new pad, 50 pages
That’s a lot of room for my rages
Enough space to spill my soul
Getting to the cardboard, that’s my goal
It might take me a while
I’ll have to laugh, cry and smile
When I finally get to the end
The cardboard will be my friend
Ops, sorry, that's what happens when I work from memory. I thought I posted this one here.
Written by
CE Uptain  68/M/United States
(68/M/United States)   
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