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 once upon a time

I feel like talking even though
It’s early morn, but who says
You can’t just carry on even if it is two
in the morning? No singers hereabouts
or radio to spoil the quietude, lets talk and
perhaps try that other crazy way of living, listening.
 I’m not too good at that, especially
when I’m on my own.  But lets talk even to
myself, might get a glimmer of truth if
 I listen to what I say. Not good to be on your own,
though sometimes it seems better for the soul.
What ya say, lets sit awhile and I’ll talk and listen,
might hear myself without an interruption. Find the
truth although do I want to know, really know
The truth of how I feel at two in the morn. 

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