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Nov 2
up on the hill
  
an elderly man
slowly made his way
through the crowded bus
  
they think i’m ok
  
upon finding a seat
he asked aloud
to no one in particular
where are we going?
  
or so they say
Michael Sean Maloney
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Michael Sean Maloney  60/M/Japan
(60/M/Japan)   
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