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Thursday, March 01, 2007
Little People (le poem)

Many a times,
Little people will try
And try
To put you down.
It's bothersome,
But true.
Probably,
You might know why,
And sometimes you might never quite know either.
Go ahead,
Win whatever little victories they want.
It's the little people that will die trying
Or cry on to their frenz bout the battles day & night.
Their sorrows,
Pathetic miseries
And how they can never seem to ever cope...
That's why little people exist.

mae 1:41 PM [comments]