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1d
I keep meaning to get back
On the lions mane
To relay the nyalin
That the years have stripped
And cleared

Neural roadways
Are now potholed
It's like
Blackburn Lancashire

It worked so well
The time
I took it
Focused the fuzz away
But I keep forgetting
To retake it
At the beginning
Of each day.
Written by
Jimmy silker
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