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Wednesday Lost Souls Beneath the stars They laugh like children. To their cars They spring with youth. Drive off to bars That turn them out, They live the farce That we have made. Between the years Of rank and priveledge, Frought with fears That hold them down. Allowed no tears, No breath nor space, They turn their ears Away from us. Lost souls are they In flights unending. Forced to stay From all they please. Too old to play, Too young to live, They lose their way And wander still. ( 2/19/2003 02:47:00 PM ) Lisa#
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