My thoughts were put on hold
My rhymes must have grown all cold
I watched others eat
While i attended the meet
Left halfway
Right down the old pathway
Out of touch
The expenses are just getting out of clutch
Some area there
A new mare to dance in the fair
Somethings just happen
Others tend to cause the pace to slacken!
My head is round... And with crazy theories it abounds...
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