People have problems everyday,
There are problems in every possible way,
Some problems last the whole day through,
These problems make people very blue.
But all in all, these problems aren't as bad,
As the one that makes me sad,
The problem is that I am here,
And I am filled with fear.
I count the days until the time,
When everyone spends their nickels and dimes,
I hope the world will be good to me,
And let me be free.
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