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Wednesday, July 21, 2021
Slowly I’m faltering
Slowly I’m faltering
Future reeling me in
Not pulling on the leash
Taking it on the chin
Finishing up early
I can beg no better
Much left unsaid using
Mere twenty-six letters
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