All alone

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And there he sits alone
One of those lost souls
Life’s events ‘leeched’ from his mind 
Thoughts sucked dry 

Open up that gismo
Bring the old fellow’s Life to life
He had hair, a job, a wife
Went on holidays
Wrote poems

Bring me my stick
I need my stick...my memory stick!

© Neil Dufty 

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