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Flatfielder Nov 2020
My time is limited
To undo what I've done
Remorse never questioned
Tunes majorities sang
Quietness overwhelmed me
Hearing the warning bells
Everybody had the possibility
To at least help turn that key
To the truth documented
Defined observed
A glance
(c)near_lane7
Written about a year ago

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