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Feb 2022
Have I earned my living?
Time traded for dollars to keep.
As youthful as my body is,
The work will gnaw at me, eventually.

We banked all these hours,
Locked them in a cell,
How many years has it been now?
My mind is going, I can tell.
A blurb from a poem I'm working on.
Em
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Em  F/Great White North.
(F/Great White North.)   
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