The Locals Poem by Ant Weston
The Locals
Seasons, they will change,
But we all stay the same,
Out here in this place,
Our own deluded race,
I can't walk away,
I tried to every day,
Here I'll have to stay until I fade away again...
There's never any light,
And I can only try,
But when everything is wrong,
It's hard to make things right.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
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