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In The End

My best friend and I hit each other all the time. Most of the time we don't mean it, it's just a play hit. But, I made this poem.
You hit me, I hit you
Everyday, we make it this way
In the end, we don't care

Next day, it starts again
Smack, smack, 'It's your fault' ' No, yours'
In the end, it's all fine.
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Published: 3/7/2011
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