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Square Peg In a Round Hole

Smacking me with a hammer again

Rounding my corners

As I get wedged in

Here comes another blow

Now I'm wishing this summer rain

Would turn to a winter snow

Then the time would just pass

As I start to wiggle loose

And not have to ask

Why I'm stuck in this round hole

When clearly I'm a square peg

Just looking for the right home



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