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Sep 2015
A white fog
seeps into your brain
it whisperers sleep
things need doing
but nothing you
can't do later
fog should be
chilly and damp
but this is warm blankets
on a winters day
it makes a good case
but when the fog
rolls away
it might be too late
to do
what should've been done.
mikecccc
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mikecccc
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