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Today, I will carry my mountain down with me in my pocket.
I will be seen… not heard.
And eventually they will forget about me…
Like they have the trees.
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If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
Miss you Boss.
Life: Now and Then
If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
SC
_____________________________
Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
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- So I had to swap back to my old Printer.
- Little Icky, Big Icky
- Once in a Lifetime... Maybe
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