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Thursday, July 28, 2011
He never proclaimed that the journey through a free way
Every one should pass bushes, sharp stones, mountain hills, valleys
Unconscious we enjoy free fresh air, running water, laughing
Our kitchen never stop producing smoke
No reason to complain
Some look skinny, while you are overweight
Some standing in the overload buses
While you drive a billion rupiah car
Drawn your fat account not to make you poor
The reason is to achieve balancing
PS, Bandung, 28/07/11
Labels: POEMS
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