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Jan 2014
Watching a clock is no way to pass the time
Blowing on the embers of a lit cigarette
is no way to pass the time
But I must say time has a rather funny way
of passing humanity
And what a dry humor it is
Ironic at times
A humor so calloused
Yet discrete
that we call living
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   Jamie Horridge
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