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Jan 2016
Your ideals don't fit me.
So I give them away,
like old clothing;
whose stitching has run dry.
Your thoughts are small,
and loosely spun.
And it's been years,
since I've been able to adapt;
to anything less than a medium.
Leon Blank
Written by
Leon Blank  Buffalo, NY
(Buffalo, NY)   
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