Nothing
Written By Laura B

Nothing can never bother you.

It can't even say hello.

It can never hurt you

Or nock you with a blow.

It doesn't mean to be so quiet

Or noisey some times,

But nothing is what nothing does

And nothing will always be mine.

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Last updated May 9th 2002

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