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Apr 2016
In a ***** roadside bar
lonely drunks remember themselves
they've experienced loss
like us
and once a week are invited
onto a damp little stage
under a flickering light
to say something
as a reminder
of their existence
in the middle of nowhere
like a wandering ghost
in an old motel
Written by
Metanoia  Oakland, California
(Oakland, California)   
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