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Jul 2013
For a minute there
I didn't know
What the **** was that?
You didn't show
Any signs of the like
So how was I supposed to know?
I just don't know
I just don't know

Things float on
And they pass
No matter how long they take
They seem too crass
To even hold accountable
For the situations that arise
But I think they're surmountable
In time, of course
In time, definitely
But my voice is too hoarse
My ability is too coarse
Too coarse, of course
I can't read Morse Code
John
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John  28/M/New York
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