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Mar 2021
Everything looks sideways when you look straight into the eyes of fate. I must be early Maybe I'll wait Inside the gate just in case. Maybe I'm late. I could have sworn that today was the day. Maybe tomorrow will come with more to say, If I can hold The patience Long  enough To wait!
Maybe
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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