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Dec 2012
There's a fork in the road
by the Magnolia tree
where there"s a pack of complete  Pokeman cards,
buried deep in cellophane
but next to it, are shards of unknown shin bone,
who wants to be alone?
at night with a twenty year old scooter
covered in rancid buck skin ?
I thought not.
topaz oreilly
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topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
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