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Some people are never happy unless they are complaining about something.
Makes me wonder if they have some kind of cult somewhere that we don't know about.
Great words, Charlotte. Very easy for me to relate to. Poetry as a comfortable chair.
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I float most nightsOut of my body -And into the wet-dreamsOf young nubile boysPromising a moment ofVision, if theyJust once follow me.