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May 2018
I heard through the grapevine
You got rid of me
For someone far more skilled
Than I'll ever be

There's no ill will
Just an abrupt stop
From the world I called my home
The only place I could belong

I hold no agate crown
In assumptions we all drown
Pip
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Pip  14/F/America
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