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Apr 2018
Take a ****
talking to the dog.
Wandering around in circles
muttering to myself.
Looking for this book
that recipe.

An old 60s song comes on
I bop about the room to the music.
Petting the dog I look at the book
and wonder why I've got it at all.
Sometimes all the voices in my head
can do is sigh.
Written by
stratton wayne stclair  64/M/Roanoke, Va
(64/M/Roanoke, Va)   
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