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Apr 2012
Bleep! Bleep!
Hello?

Wrinkles slacks sagging
Cheap suit two sizes to small
Pulling tight across shoulders and distended stomach

A pass over from the last funeral
Or maybe just stolen from one

Scuffed shoes and an army hair cut
Dollar store frames carving a trench in the soft bridge of his nose
Fat fingers clutching desperately at the latest piece of over priced technology

More important than a tie without orange juice stains
Obviously...
Sam Greig-Mohns
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Sam Greig-Mohns
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