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Apr 28
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a time of learning..
and incredulity..
a time of non stop

blah-blah-blah..!
how it could be?
how a stone goes plop!

in the cool pool of time
and washes your life up
on some distant shore..

where you stagger about
sea **** in your ear
salted with doubt!

(like a bunny-hop..)
and you think well i never
saw that coming..

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and you sit minding
your own
(maybe a little ******!)

and come it done-
(everyone knew but you)
and that was the end..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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