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Life (3 ratings) by Mahmoud Manna
Im a piece of paper,
laying on a lawn,
wind blows me through the right path,
but sometimes I'm blocked,
by a big or a small fence,
it could be a long wait,
it could be a short wait,
eventually I get through,
eventually I get blocked again,
but what is a path,
with no obstacles.
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