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Sep 2020
Take me back to the timber,
     the BB guns and ****** forts.
Can you still remember
     all the fights you made me thwart?
Or are you so beyond
     the rules we comprehend
that our lonely little pond
     is now hard to understand?
I think I let you down;
     to put it modestly.
I should've been around
     to save you from the endless scream.
Joe Workman
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