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19h
The boy could run
but he couldn't walk
Had no time to think
No room to talk
Passed by more people
than he ever helped
Never knew anything
except for what he felt
But one thing good
we can say about the man
is that he's long gone now
and, here, we all stand
Meaningless
JA Perkins
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JA Perkins  36/M/Right here
(36/M/Right here)   
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