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May 2018
I am an idiot
I always have been
Now, at least I can see it's true
When I look at
The wrong turns I've taken
It makes me cringe
But, what can I do ?
Forty-five years old
And what do I have ?
Nothing
No nothing at all
Because I am an idiot
You see, I know it
That is something
Isn't it ?
Ian Lewis Copestick
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Ian Lewis Copestick  45/M/Stoke On Trent
(45/M/Stoke On Trent)   
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