The World - Poem by Cheyenne Magee
The world we live in is a strange place.
We treat each day like a race.
The world we live in is a wonderful place.
The people here are playing games.
The world lokks great from where I stand,
come up here and take my hand, so
maybe, maybe you can understand,
It's something different,
yours may be better than mine,
but the world is a place
of many things.
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