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Aug 2018
It is late.
It is always late
and I wonder
how you are
and where -

It is late,
too late
and all I can do
is miss what I had
to leave behind.
had no choice
Anne Curtin
Written by
Anne Curtin  57/F/Mounds View MN
(57/F/Mounds View MN)   
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