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Dec 2018
Stop and think
whether you're one
alone or in the drink
too much of nothing
to the fingers
doing the clutching
I'm full of it
it's wasted on me
"I'd never join a club
that would accept me as a member"
And so it goes
as I sit here on the curbside
wearing a **** eating grin.
Irving MacPherson
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