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Poetry You put on a sweet face and say nothings wrong
You stay out late and looked like you hit the bong
Leaving your family to worry about where you are
Do you not care? Do you think you'll go far?
The next step you may not consider nice
You sit there to roll those the cursed dice
You leave things up to the ultimate chance
So you think you may be able to dance
This is it you've run out of luck
Now no one cares and your stuck
You've got no friends and no place to call home
To this wicked town you now must roam
