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Please Don’t Ask Me How I’m Doing
Please don’t ask me how I’m doing, I’m really not OK, I’ve been searching my whole life, But I’ve never found the way. I’ve tried with being happy, I’ve tried just getting along, But I never get it right, So can’t I just be wrong? I don’t know why it’s like this, Or if it…
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50,000 Moons
50,000 Moons, Since the birth of Abraham, A world replete with ruins, Graves like grains of sand. ~ 50,000 Moons, Have watched my people grow, 50,000 Moons, And what do we have to show? ~ Abraham was born, Beneath a torrid sky, Samson’s hair was shorn, On the watch of the same eye. ~ I…
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Ted Goldstein 