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by pippa (follow)
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We are all born free so
Where does the freedom go
With mounting responsibilities
This life and my abilities

Limit though they are
I hope I will go far
Fragmented thoughts each day
This is another way

A payment for my thought
This computer I have bought
Events are in the plan
For me and the man

A symptom of an illness
Nonsensical matters stillness
My own fault I think
I do not wish to drink

Just to compose a thought
This computer I have bought
I marvel at its abilities
But it has created responsibilities

Take of myself
As my works upon the shelf
Do what I can
And lend a helping hand
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