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Sep 2016
Another day turns dark
The work will wait til'morrow.
Time I listened, instead of drowned my thoughts in  Sorrow.

Filled out the ballot.
My vote is in.
Can't push me no more,
I'll never let you again.

But I forget. I digress.
I wish I had a little less.
Memory like shadows on
The letters of this song.
Bar H
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Bar H  NYC
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