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Remininise, Dear Dad97 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

roll up my sleeves, slip myself
into neutral, let the moment be
airbrushed, by all the so called
beatiful peaple, a sigh escapeds
these lungs, and the facts all settle
in, theres a strangness here, and
laughter from a drunked man.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 8, 2005

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