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Jan 2017
they say that’s out. No dice. Preposterous. Absurd. Went completely unheard.
That was then; this is now.
Now is sober reflection in direction.
Now is routine. The rest unseen.
Now is habit falling into havoc. Now is empty.. whats your trend? To apprehend ****.
Don't let ignronace be the interference.
Marty T Ottman
Written by
Marty T Ottman  Wausau Wisconsin
(Wausau Wisconsin)   
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