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Apr 2013
Dropped like the whiskey by the kitchen sink
These thoughts are colored pretty pink
Never gave the time to think
As I climbed every floor, now I'm on the brink
Step down to collect, you are your own shrink
Soar from the top fast so don't blink.
Jack C Preston
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