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Jun 2017
I bear little fruit
so your seed was a waste
Running out of excuses
running as monkeys chase
2nd face talking ****
Though we all have a few
rinse the smell of defeat
Rise again feeling new
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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