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Dungeon Life
Life is funny
Sometimes unbearable
Life is an ocean
Life can be controlled
Life never ceases
It is full of storms
Sometimes life is full of tranquility
Life thunders like rain
Dungeon life
Unbearable and hard
But it can be condoned
And she was thrown in the dungeon
In the dungeon it is dark
No light penetrates
It is dark and quiet as death
You are left alone
Like the dead in the grave
Sadness fills your heart
Tears roll down the cheeks
You become deaf and dumb
Weak to utter words
Every day every morning
Like a mere cat
You raise your head
Trying to find solutions
Worrying about your household
Dungeon life is hard
By: Mary
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