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Place of Love?

Sitting in my pumpkin patch,
Watching gourds grow and grow,
Everything is just orange,
In the shape of a big "O".
 
But what am I doing?
In this hired then fired place,
People may look around,
But won't look you in the face.
 
I was on a shoestring budget,
But now replaced by velcro,
I wish I understood things more,
Yet I try to stay on my toes.
 
But why try and fight it?
The cold shoulder's always there,
And what ever really happened,
To the "I love you's" and
"I care?"
 
Swimming with the school of fish,
And I'm part of that special class,
You tell them what you know,
Or you'll wind up being last.
 
If only there was love,
And I could see more kindness,
Through my eyes,
The heart would be so open,
And not be improvised.
 



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