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Danielle Myre
11/26/2012
See through my eyes,
Your voice cries.
It's not wise,
They're all lies.
Jump to the skies,
Break all ties,
This is a surprise,
It's time to rise.
Your thoughts disguise,
I advise,
When will you revise?
This is so unwise.
Grab your supplies,
It's time for a prize,
You better improvise,
Or everything dies.
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