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Jan 2013
In the middle of the minutes
Between nine and ten,
An unknown walked in,
Grasping a pen.
He scribbled a face on the whiteboard wall,

It was a face from the internet:

So we’re brothers after all.
Oli Nejad
Written by
Oli Nejad  UK
(UK)   
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