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Jun 2016
Somedays I wonder
and even then
it's said to be true
for at the end
who will have ever known
what it was to be
and even with you
the bitterness
as it stares toward
wanderings where
ne'er again
the twain shall meet
Written by
Joel Johnson  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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   Keith Wilson and Aazzy
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