Record Poem by Holy Man

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Life is like a broken record.
You do the same things all day, everyday, until you die.
Same food, same people, same routine.
I one day hope to take that record off the player,
and put another track on.

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Saturday, December 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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