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Sep 2018
Arriving but never staying long
I guess the theory is he doesn’t need to belong
But that is the way it is
It may sound like a fiss
But the ongoing continuous moment is truly his
Moving at a fast pace
One would think Mr. Exit has entered a race
But from time to time one will meet face to face
Some might feel Mr. Exit is from Outer Space
He’s a human being from Earth
Mr. Exit is a person who arrives but abruptly leaves
Revolving thought
An idea of sought
Mr. Exit being like no other
But in the crowd he’s just another
I tell you the truth
Yes, I still have my youth
Mr. Exit does his thing
The movement being his sling
So while Mr. Exit gets ready to depart
Now let’s make our start
Mr. Exit just left, and made his mark.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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