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Dec 2015
An Empty carton is sitting in my fridge.
It’s been sitting there on the shelves edge.
It’s the only thing that is in my fridge.  

There is some money in my leather wallet.
But there's a blockade at my door,
Therefore I do not leave the house anymore.

So, I've been taking my coffee black.
C J Baxter
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C J Baxter  The ether
(The ether)   
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   David Ehrgott and NV
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