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Apr 2015
When I lost half I was ok,
Because I know it isn't gone.
Just halted, I'll have it later, on and on, and still going strong.

When I lose a quarter of myself more
I could be OK,
But surely I can remember that isn't even all I have to relay.

I've lost half of myself now along with more than a quarter.
I am not even 12.5.
With only a quarter I'm half full,
Yet less so I have to hold.
Not even 12.5, I'm left only with 12.
Eliot Winkler
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Eliot Winkler  North Carolina
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