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Jun 2019
We are most often the broken that try and fix the less broken.

   We don't leave much unknown, unspoken.

Cause' there's...

       Not enough time in the day for sulking.

When we see your pain,
     we try to ease it with our sometimes clumsy joking.

.... We are the broken that mingle with the unbroken.

      We are inside, the forever tormented broken.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
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   Keith Wilson
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