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I still am a late middle aged former government worker marking time until the cliff.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2015
It piles high.
The detritus of our youth
Objects that once meant the world
Tossed in the open air storage unit.
Animals and toy cars that meant much
Are now soaked and mildewed
Now return to the dust.