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Poems about Nangka

Toy Town

A town so quiet

Yet so empty

Nothing but Pure Gold

And Japanese people leaving their empty seats.


What I was Doing Recently

Nothing much

Just munching on potato chips and pizza

Nothing to do here, anymore

But live my life


Race to Bon Chon

My favorite restaurant

With my favorite people

A favorite job

And a favorite picture of

Us two.


What to do, two days from now

Pack up your things

Search for more jobs,

Online

Keep in mind

The nearest life goal.


What if I can’t do it all.

There’s too much work

(Work)

There’s too much dirt

(It hurts.)

Don’t show me

The other side of the Internet.


iMotivate

What else can we do

If we can do nothing about you?

The only way is up;

You’re never coming down again.

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