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This Poem
by Mark Hunter
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My life isn't so bad, but it's not always a ball.
Still, I know that one day when I look back on it all,
I'll be able to say that I did what I could
To make life turn out like I thought it should.
Each day when I'd rise 'til deep in the night,
I'd always tried to do what I felt was right.
I'd tried not to let circumstances get in the way.
I'd just turn my sights toward a new day.
I could always cure my ills; At least I could try.
'Cause I knew in the end I would always get by.
I'd tried not to let setbacks ever get me down.
I'd do what I could to turn things around.
So when things seem to be more than you can bear,
And it looks like there's no one who could really care,
And all the ravenous people around you eat all you can throw them
Just remember that it'll pass and think of This Poem.
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