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Gray drizzly days, with only the sound of ticking clocks and distant chain saws.
Tis late December, the sun has turned her radiant face away from the man beneath the clouds. She is gone.
I take another Tylenol, another cup of coffee, and trudge on til the day's end,
all the while longing to see her again.
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