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Jan 2012
Tilts, stumbles, crashes down
Empty promise, no heart found
Anger welling, seeping out
Softly trickling stream of doubt
Quickly down the steps it winds
Into the attics of our minds
Parking ideas, camping out
Filling spaces, end of route
Don’t forget to pay the toll
Pay it fast, pay in whole.
The Year
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