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Nov 2015
I want to go back
to the simple days
where all problems
fixed by tape or glue

the worst thing
that could have happen
when you did something
mum would have all the answers

not anymore
the years flown by
problems mine alone to deal with
to work out the answer

a sign hung
high above
swaying with the breeze
*welcome to reality
ajlb
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