Poem: The More Things Change...
The same man wearing the same worn hat searches in the same rubbish bins for the same things that he didn’t find last week. This week he finds the same (or rather, doesn’t find anything). I’m in the same seat with the same pen and paper listening to the same sad song [“al…
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