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All I wanted was a little time;

A break, to sit on the beach,

To think, perhaps to write

And certainly not to talk;

Definately not to talk.

But we were not alone

And so we talked

Endlessly

Pointlessly

And I could not think

Could not write

Until I got home

And spat this out.

What a waste.

Brian Hick August 2011

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