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Feb 2017
Sometimes it gets so crowded
That I don't know what to do
If I had somewhere else to go I'd be there instead ...

...of standing here

There are those times I wish
That I could simply disappear
But I don't know how or where
That could be ..because you see

It's always going to be crowded
Inside.......
         ........ my
                 ...........head !!
Keith W Fletcher
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Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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