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Jul 2016
A lack of foresight with
A limitation of imagination.
An aptitude for apathy and
An inability to emote.
An incapacity for chat as well as
An impatience for punchlines.
A distrust of discordance shackled with
A flair for unforeseen offence.

Alone
And a knack for nothing else.
Here I can relax.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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   Keith Wilson
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