Poetry
- Katelynn Pearson
- Dec 1, 2016
- 1 min read
Some days are rough
pretty callus indeed
And you gotta be tough,
if you want to succeed.
But there is hope,
small as it is.
It's enough to cope
with whatever this is.
Cause some days are great,
and they make me smile.
they make me think,
I could stay here a while.
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People like people.
Some people like things.
Maybe some things are people,
or they're attached to strings.
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