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Apr 2016
Simmering between my ears,
bursting into my dreams,
leaving me frothing at the mouth,
eyes rolling back like slot machine symbols ,
Is the thought of time pushing me around like morning commuters on a packed train.
Philip J Fry
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Philip J Fry  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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