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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

I do little more than repeat myself

More than twenty years gone.
What’s not, may not be,
but I won’t get there yet.

More. Then, twenty years.
Gone’s what I won’t. Maybe not.
Not yet, but get there.

Twenty years. More than
what’s not gone, I won’t get.
But there's not yet. Maybe.
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