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Nov 2020
the day I waited
on the curb

it was your turn
to have me

I had no watch
I could not tell time

to stop moving
so it passed

and when the
street lights came on

she decided it was
time to get me

she held my hand
and squeezed

trying to mend
my broken heart
John Destalo
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John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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