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Dec 2016
They all miss the pothole,

While I'm much too busy wondering how I got stuck in it to begin with.

I never understood how I ended up here,
And that they never did.

How they found the way around,
And I never found the way out.
I will never forget that day. For that is the last day I saw you.
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Table For Two
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