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Jul 2013
If there were ever a problem
worth ******* about
I don't think think we know what it is
so selfish,
so selfishly selfless
and we have no clue
as to what it is we are doing
so we all end up doing nothing
as nothing
as everything falls as sand through hour glasses
so that now all I write
is gibberish,
but sometimes gibberish just makes more sense
other times,
it's complete gibberish
Harry J Baxter
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Harry J Baxter  Richmond
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