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Calander

Ive sat in one too many cars,
counting the days left
on my "longterm" calander".
Ive cornerd the eyes, of all the shooters
down through the ground,
and figured, how much more there was for me.
Ive crossed the land. Back than forth,
and I realize,
Its all the same.
Youll take your knocks here,
hit your chin there.
Its all, your little game.