My life is like a vine

It loops around in a funny line

Day in and day out

Its kinda of hard to think about


Oh sorry I spaced out for a second.

Honeslty I  should have beckoned

We should take a walk some day

But not this sunday

Maybe though a garden 

oh look that guy got a pardon 

Where am I going with this poem

This might be a omen


Hey have I meantioned that my life is like a vine?


This poem is about: 
Our world
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