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Oct 2018
I walk down the street
The people passing by
Trained on my moving feet
To yet another pig sty
Its always in the back of my mind
The infection
Always asking why I must try
A reason I  am yet to find
And its all I can do
But to sit and cry
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     --- and Yann
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