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May 2013
If this is drunk,
please hand me stronger.
This body may be slow,
but the mind races ever harder,
an attempt to out run...

...sorry, caught myself thinking,
can't be my own enemy,
I've quelled this war once
and civility has a strained grasp
of these two pieces,
body conquered mind to conquer body,
failing to see benefactors true checking
the co-op abysmal...
the **** am I saying...

...now where'd I put that drink.
T Zanahary
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T Zanahary
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