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Listen In TurnIt wasn't your fault, And it wasn't mine, It's just that we are, Each side of the line. I'm looking forward, And you're looking back, A different perspective, A different attack. Let's meet in the middle, And listen in turn, And hear each heart beating, From each other learn. Joy Weare. 9th July, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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