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Jul 2019
Its the not knowing
About going,
The timing,
The means.
The dragging on
Or the sharp surprise.
There is no point
In lies but a word
To the wise,
Be ready to go,
Dont think you can stay.
Written by
Vincent robinson  77/M/Manchester
(77/M/Manchester)   
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