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Feb 2013
And now I miss you
Not for who you were to me,
but for the things you used to do.
The people left in your place
can't even half-way fill your shoes.
Work upon work did work stack.
More and more was put on my rack!
And now I'm annoyed
that you aren't here.
At least when you were,
my work bench was more clear!
Jay-vee Arh
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