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Jul 8
Poetry, in some strange
way are passwords, or,
at least, the sharing of.

Every now and again, I
am requested to re enter
it, but, I forget what it was.

Reset, a bit like the GPS
lady who turns our cars
around when we are lost.

Cul De Sac, (is end of bag).
this is when we silence
the ***** for wrong info.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
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