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May 11
I like to sit and think and stare
At that spot, on the wall over there
As I listen to the pitter-patter
And wonder if anything really matters?
Fancy a game of shoots and ladders?
Up and at them, let's get at 'er.
When the going gets slow, the slow turns into prose. Up and at them!

~05/11/2021
Leone Lamp
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Leone Lamp  29/M/The Left Coast
(29/M/The Left Coast)   
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