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Dec 2019
I shall cease to be
If I keep up with your pace
Open up and do you hear me
Shallow graceless race.

Finish line is blury
I'm standing here nor there
I wave my arms for help my dear
Your gaze is unaware.
Cary J
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Cary J  35/F/Canada
(35/F/Canada)   
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