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Nostalgia ain't what it used to be
Writing Poetry is like standing naked with your thoughts exposed
It's nice to find yourself. Anywhere.
The Shallowman has friendshe counts as assets, for favors he might needfrom time to time.He lists their skills andcontacts in his busy greedy mind.He’ll call them when he needs them when next he’s in a bind.