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Jun 2015
I met a man, perhaps a ***,
On the streets near my home;
And asked me he for some mon-
ey, he said his was more gone.

I had a bit, but only just,
Wasn't sure which to trust,
My head, my heart, or gut.

*I wish I had then but one.
Jamie L Cantore
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Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)   
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