Sometimes we just do what we have to do ,everyday we have to do it.

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Concrete jungle, is where i live,
my heart yearns to be somewhere.
In fields of green , the air so fresh,
no worries and no cares.
Concrete jungle, is where i live,
and where ill stay I’m sure .
Unless, I find a better way,
this problem could be cured.
Concrete jungle, its pace is fast ,
move with it, or be done.
There’s got to be, a better way,
this problem should be won.
Concrete jungle ,the time has come ,parting is such sweet sorrow .

I’m going home to my family ,at least until tomorrow…

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  • DA Cournean on May 16, 2009

    Getting away from the concrete jungle is good for the soul!

  • kate smedley on May 17, 2009

    Nice poem for your friend

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