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-Clone- I watch the cars go by, Always in a hurry; To get to where they have to go, Through their life they scurry. We're all pushed and rushed, Like rats inside a maze; We race ahead to get the cheese, Rushing through our days. We can't slow down or look around, The world will pass us by; We've virtually put blinders on, It really is a crime. The stress of being rushed, Is felt clean through our bones; I really think it would be nice, If we all had a clone. We'd be free and able, To enjoy life the way we should; Let our clones rush around, Only if we could. |
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