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Jan 2
This town ain’t doin it for me
As I weep beneath the willow tree
I thought how could this come to be
When you’re the only one I see

And now I sit here and ponder so
About the things that I don’t know
And wonder what our time would show
With the moments shared so long ago

-AJT
-The Wasted Wordsmith-
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-The Wasted Wordsmith-  23/M/Chicago
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