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| ALL ALIKE |
When I was a child
I would stare awhile
At the houses alike
Like one long dike
It bothered me so
Just to know
Of the future hold
To likely be another mold
Barely tall enough to see
With brother and me
In the back of parents car
We peered at the passing scenery
And still to this day
When I drive that way
I am concerned a lot
To become that mold not
And just as now as then
Despite their wealth and prim
I still view their position as grim
All so alike like one dike
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