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Poem 7 Many choices I see ahead Not sure which one is right I do not get to choose Can't see what's in sight My whole life depends On this single choice To miss al my friends Or gain a new voice Many opportunities I will have to grow But what I will miss Is not being in this show On my knees I will spend Much of my time Trying to figure out What is truly thine |
