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Jul 2010
Look for glasses overflowing
Underbellies showing
Of people never knowing
Just exactly where they're going
Follow buttons glowing
Because it's all for the showing

Till you're drowning in the pool
Wish you coulda kept your cool

But it's too late. Too late for everything.
Nothing's fixable. The damage is permanent.
Look at this mess, I must confess.
It's the biggest yet.
Ruth Forberg
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Ruth Forberg  Chicago
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