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Jan 2013
Sometimes you feel
                                    left out.
Watching people from the side,
                                              at the end.
"I need some water!"
Here.
Let me get that for you.
                                    Because I'm at the end.
Waiting anxiously
                          at the end of the bench.
Wait. Here he comes!
"Go in."
Oh. He wasn't talking to me.
Watching people from the side,
                                               at the end.
Sometimes you feel
                              left out.
Snakano
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Snakano  Oregon
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