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Jan 2020
There's a sigalert
on the conveyor belt,
now we'll all be late for work.
How can anything
I spend half my life on
be free?
Little by little
I'm moving away from me.
Next year
They're adding a fast lane.
No solution there,
just ******* in more butane.
Carlo C Gomez
Written by
Carlo C Gomez  54/M/The Exclusion Zone
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)   
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