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May 2015
I could write.
Boy could I write...
And I really should
after going on Facebook.
(I need a band-aid)
But my thoughts are stuck in my head
I end up wheeling up and down....
up and down.
Up.
And.
Down.
But my thoughts  remain stuck.
And I end up writing this  ****.
That seems to come to light .

I wish I could write.
Written by
The Cripple  Dublin
(Dublin)   
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