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Jan 2015
Sometimes it feels like I can't help but cry
And,
It might not be for any apparent reason, but
It feels as real as the tree-changed season;
Decay itself even falls to the ground come October -
And the only way I know how to deal with it
Is to become just a little less sober.
Harry
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Harry  M/Gloucester UK
(M/Gloucester UK)   
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