Four liners for the maple leaf

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If my mother were to know

we all live in this world of shame

she would have sighed and

not tried her hand on poetry.

You and me,

all wrapped in time, running for glory

i see little kids, looking at us,

finding nothing, save a sad story.

Sometimes the light's all shining on me

Other times i can barely see

Lately it occurs to me

What a long strange trip its been.

You are the star,

Wanting to know where we are going,

Too much light here,

The destination not worth showing.

Hit and miss, blood and tears

Childhood stories, grown up liars

I eat your breasts, you bash my penis,
thats to life dear maple, and all its glories..

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