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Apr 2015
Old man; it is not that.
It is not that you can’t think of more to say,
that you rely on your drink to
persuade me to delay.
So, your wife died,
and your job is teaching children to fail
at what you wanted to be.
I also remember you’re from Durban,
but my first 3 numbers is all you will recall of me.
You see, I gave you the benefit.
That human interaction could satisfy
on a level far from fantasy.
But you took my words and made them opportunity
Where, if you’d been listening, you’d known the reality;
It is that, Durban man;
i’m not easy or stupid.
People are why I talk
and their words are what make me listen.
jennifersol
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