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Aug 2020
they always come late in the night
Right before I close my eyes
Right before I end the day
they come fast and beg me to stay awake
But many times I'm to tired
I let them die in vain

But if the words make a good impression
Then I will roll over and immortalize
There names
Pockets
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Pockets  Birmingham,AL
(Birmingham,AL)   
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