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Oct 2012
On my way home today I fell through time

I must have slipped on a theoretical banana peel

During my fall I watched the clocks unwind

Or perhaps it was life, just unconcealed

But that raises the question of what is real

Though hazardous content once you break the seal

I prefer my life with a touch of *surreal
Written by
Shane  San Jose
(San Jose)   
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