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None Mar 2014
Another  dull day,
Without much to say,
is silently slipping,
While dodging a gripping,
again, empties my will
Leaving all so sadly still

Once sturdily strong,
Always chugging along,
Fell in a deep  hole,
and for now is all gone.

Yet maybe with luck  
if not completely down struck
will rage a return,
to, again, light up my yearn.

— The End —