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Apr 2012
Something or other;
some time not today.
It'll soon turn tomorrow
as we've nothing to say.

Something or other;
some place that's not here.
It'll soon turn tomorrow
as we forget what's near.

Something or other;
some things are the same.
It'll soon turn tomorrow,
as we play this game.

There are no others;
some people are empty.
It'll soon be all over,
'though it's never plenty.
Dylan
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