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Feb 2011
And you always know just what
to say to keep me on the edge
of my seat, biting my nails
in anticipation and rage.

Passing the ball back and forth,
playing the game, we've
obviously grown out of.

And I'm miserable, merciless
and alone, you're miserable,
hopeful, and alone.
Charles Barnett
Written by
Charles Barnett  Ironton, Ohio
(Ironton, Ohio)   
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