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Dec 2011
Solitude may be a gift to any less than lucid mind--
A morning drug to purge my thoughts from restless night,
And a nighttime pill to slow the daytime grind.
But alas, here I sit alone, overwrought in isolation’s plight--
For the more I sit alone, the more my qualms take flight.
JLB
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     eh, Nadia MDG, Lydia Samantha and JLB
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