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Feb 2016
I am mired in a morass of my own thoughts;
Unintelligible and unsightly to onlookers
Sending up flares visible to my eyes only;
You see, people don't stop to see who's stuck in a jam
Zoe
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Zoe  UK
(UK)   
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   Cecil Miller
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