Traveling in a car,
In a Chevy to be exact,
With two other people occupying,
I sit here writing this poem.
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Incidents are a little crazy,
For what reason I know not,
But I guess is just this way,
For reasons I can sit and rot.
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On my honour,
And on my dignity,
And on my family's name,
I promise to do my best
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I sit at a table,
And I remember my past,
And though it wasn't great,
There were probably those
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Oh, how wonderful
The beach is,
For it is so beautiful,
Especially to be able to
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Life is something precious,
For it is the thing
We share with other people,
The relationships
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Max,
My dear friend,
My Platonic brother,
And my best friend,
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Life is a mystery,
And that I must admit,
For there is so much to it,
That I know I must submit,
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As I walk upon the pier,
On a rather windy day,
I see Mighty Lake Michigan,
Calling out my name.
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