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Feb 2012
I'm sitting here
drinking red wine
and feeling sorry for myself

I got a parking ticket.
(for the fourth time)

I'm feeling sorry for myself

when there are people that
are in utter dispair and alone
that do not have food
or shelter, or love.
They are utterly alone.

And I
am feeling sorry for myself
over a parking ticket.
more of a venting....going to edit it much more.
Kate W
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