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Sep 2011
Dream of
a ****** thing;
The reason the wandering sing
The way in which a new year springs

Laugh at
any old scarecrow
too much time to take for granted
too many funerals to remind us in
due time

I sat outside of myself
I never really went back inside
I just kept walking.
Still am.
Nicholas James Berlincourt
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