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Nov 2012
Found a new career
Monetary delight
Bringing up the fear
Each and every night

Got home at Breakfast time
But still haven't had some tea
Skip it for a long haul climb
To collapse for addictive sleep

Woke up early in the evening
Eyes shades of purple, brown and grey
This sense of helpless is weaving
From horrid night into day

Peppy talk in florescent
White wiping out the time
Trying to hear the lesson
Helpless on the spine.
Luke R E Webster
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Luke R E Webster
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