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Sep 2012
The forgotten man, lost and lonely,
a ghost to himself, a joke,
a **** poor caricature,
riddled with guilt and regret,
no more here or now, just a waste of time,
to walk on tears, that haunt hymn by gone years.
Harpo Rhum
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