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Jan 2012
I stop a moment
to pause
on the cusp of the new year

this is when
I empty the drawers
to make them ready
to accept new items

remembering again
that if **** came out
then **** went in

what's next
is just
out of sight ahead
as remnants of dated
songs drift through my head
The Analog Kid
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The Analog Kid
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