Capps Poetry Plunder! Arrrrr!

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Big things…small things, they all mean so much

It’s hard to deal with them when you lose touch

Seems like everytime I try to make my little world

It dries up in a puddle in one big swirl

And everybody sees me standing with a smile..

But, when the music has been playing for awhile..

The tempo changes.. the curtains close..

Everybody sees my true feelings, everybody knows..

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Big world…small world, who do we blame?

Everywhere I go it all seems to be the same

Like footprints tracking up the cold, wet sand

We leave our little mark to follow hand in hand

And everybody sees me standing with a smile..

But, when the music has been playing for awhile..

The tempo changes.. the curtains close..

Everybody sees my true feelings, everybody knows..

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