last year was the best,
wished we never had to rest,
but the clocks spun on,
round and round,
till it just wasn't the same,
what happened to all those people,
what happened to sitting together,
now its just split, (like a banana)
and i swapped sides
but maybe that was for the best
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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