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Jog On
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I see her some days
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jog round the park
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when I sit in my car
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watching the world on its way.
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Sometimes she glances,
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chance meeting of eyes that stray
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occupy momentary thoughts.
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We are all caught in the seconds
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running through minutes.
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She disappears into her future,
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her step seems sure and steady.
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If I don’t see her again
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I’ve forgotten already.
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31 Oct 17

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nicely heard and presented. glance/chance is like a bright little thing giving life to the form.
 — cadmium

warp 9 black dick.
 — percocet

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