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The Voice

I actually didn’t have anything to say

About the day you dropped out of school.

You knew so much stuff

It appeared to your mother and me

That your cup already runneth over

And over and over to where it

Spilled on the floor and leaked out

The door leaving us alone to be-moan

your rising voice.




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Wow - that seems like just the beginning of an epic! Quite the cliffhanger. More please.

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