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Feb 2014
Walking out the door,
I think I forgot something.
I pat my pockets, but something's not there.
Phone, check.
Wallet, check.
Keys, check.
I think that's everything,
but something is missing...
Written by
Tarzan  San Francisco, CA
(San Francisco, CA)   
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