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Jan 2021
I fall down a well
the old wet stone bricks fly past me in a blur
faster and faster and faster
the damp air pulls on my hair and
smacks my eyes until they cry

I shouldn't have leaned over so far
I shouldn't have ever been so curious
but I did and I was...
and now I'm falling down a well and
there's nothing I can do
besides wait for the bottom
hopefully it's not dry
James Alai
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James Alai  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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