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Jan 2013
It's my memories, not yours.
Sweet infuriation back in 1975 when,
Stray's "Stand Up and Be Counted".
A summation of how we sounded
hook-laden.
Your wisps of blonde hair haveΒ long blown.
Innocence no longer come hither.
The loneliness of urban areas,
too much surface noise.
jo spencer
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jo spencer  Greenwich time zone
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