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not done

I was to ride the ghost train on a
one-way trip to bliss.
But missed the ride when the
cab-driver of mine
stopped to take a piss.
The classifieds all advertise
the woes of a nation.
My empty pockets
reveal an emptier wallet
I guess this is just
the state of inflation.

4 Jul 10

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