And we were happy
To live in ignorance
No one pulled the
Wool over our eyes
Quite like ourselves
And when we could see
We'd hide behind
Our evenly spaced fingers
Trying to get a glimpse
Of what we were
Missing
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Pushin' Up Daisies
PoetryA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
