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Here on Steemit I choke up
Every time I see their heads
And the way they talk like their dead inside
Makes me want to spew hope
Like rings of smoke on ice
Just to watch them change scope
And move on to a new decision
Though they bunch up like silk
On the market floor like noodles
All wrinkled with guilt
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