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Nov 2015
My vacation time
Will be spent

Reading and observing
In a public park

I could never understand
Why people always said
"Happy Friday"

That day feels
The same day as
Monday to me

And it is the same

I see no need
To try to save
For a apartment
Of my own

I make about
Twice the minimum wage

Content to live here
I suppose

And inherit the house
One day
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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