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Aug 2017
Don't wait till middle age
To have a crisis
Keep trying to express yourself
The world is waiting like a hungry baby

We met on the common
Amongst discarded blue lightbulbs and
Loose change
It quickly became clear we have
Nothing in common
The fair had moved on long ago
So had we.
Joe
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