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Mar 2015
In terms of skin, mine never fit,
A bit too tight, a bit too thin
And a never really fitting in-
And here I am, stopped to sit
And ponder perhaps the whys of it-
Destined for something else?
I don't know, it all fails-
Only wanting to be content
Instead of being in contempt
Of this life I now lead
Old stuff
CoffeeInfused
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CoffeeInfused  Alabama
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