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Oct 2018
All that can be said
                             is how unlikely
another word or two could change        
                       places underneath
all that has been said,
not counting evenings when
the same thing said did not
mean what it did
                            the night before.
I could be too certain.
             You could be too certain.
If we wanted the same thing,
                    how would we know?
Bobby Copeland
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Bobby Copeland  65/M/Kentucky
(65/M/Kentucky)   
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