With Out Me

by Allison   Jul 8, 2004


Here I am again staring into space.
You look at wondering want I am thinking.
I can tell you.
I am thinking what the world would be like with out me.
One less person to feed.
One less set lungs to fill with air.
One less person to cause pollution.
One less house to build.
One less car on the road.
One less person, to pack the streets.
That person is me.

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