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May 2014
Run.
Shower.
Take my pills.
Look for a better job.

Eat.
Try and sleep.
Wake up early.
Make it to the bus stop.

Out of tokens.
No bus pass.
It's early and breezy.
I guess I could walk.

Saw a penny.
Face up on the sidewalk.
It's good luck.
To keep it in your sock.
Quinton Horras Yard
Written by
Quinton Horras Yard  The Midwest
(The Midwest)   
930
   --- and Grace Pickard
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