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Mar 2016
I wanted to play the lead
But things got mean

So I hopped on a bus
And without too much fuss

I made my way
Back to the bakery

The next time
I want to play the lead

I'll remember the rhythm
Of the whole Human racing

The misplacing of a whole
In exchange for a bunch of lousy pieces
Irving MacPherson
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