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Pizza
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Just Feelings/Thoughts As I flee the building,
Drawn to my worn path,
I think to myself 'Where am I going?'
The answer's always the same,
Same place I go every day,
Where they know what I want,
In my small half hour vacation,
I have my own private getaway,
Oddly placed,
In that small slice of civilization,
Called Roosevelt mall,
Having a bad day?
Need something special to eat?
I have one word for you,
Pizza.
