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| A Plan Gone Bad |
6/21/2014
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Just to watch glass be shattered might mean more than what actually mattered.
A simple twist of fate, to put food on my dinner plate.
A job I once had.
A job I don't miss.
A plan gone bad.
A plan like this.
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