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Jan 2014
It looked rather ancient,
my address book from a millennia ago.
As I leafed through the yellowed-pages
of my scribbled notes,
I recognized names & was taken back
as if it they were all still real,
here in my heart.

And at one time,
they were living & breathing humans
just like me, now a scrawl
perhaps in someone else's old book,
living & breathing in their heart.

My how fast time flies......
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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