Alicia Meyers Biography

Walking through the woods,
In the middle of December,
While snow was on the ground,
I remember.
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Skin color,
Doesn't matter,
Inside we're the same,
No matter what we look like.
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some people are a distraction,
Our world is coming to a distruction,
Everyone is a corruption,
Needing a revolution.
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Slipping away,
Drowning in tears of sorrow,
Laughing all day,
Until the end of tomorrows.
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You see that little chubby girl,
Trying to do the splits,
She very quiet,
But yet nice.
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