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Feb 2016
Stop and think
whether you're one
alone or in the drink
too much of
a lot of nothing
to the fingers
doing the clutching
I'm full of it
it's wasted on me
"I'd never join a
club that would
accept me
as a member"
And so it goes
as I sit on the curbside
wearing a **** eating grin
Irving MacPherson
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