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Jan 2016
Oh, how the time moves
like a rushing wave,
I was out of place,
I sorely hated the day.

Oh, how can I prove
anything but black?
I was wishing so hard,
I'd forgotten the facts.

It was so natural to me,
at least with time it would be
stapled into permanence--
I walk in sheer memory.
AJ
Written by
AJ  Fort Lauderdale
(Fort Lauderdale)   
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   CStream and Dana Colgan
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