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Ben Caplan just floored me

as I listen to Ben belt out Stranger, alone on a piano in a nowhere bar with just a few oldtimers present, I felt a tear creep into my eyeball and my hair stood on end like summer wheat.
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boulders and rips

I’m tired, so tired that my brain seems to be lapsing as my focus shifts erratically from one tidbit on my desk, to a page on the web, to a daydream. why? little sleep thanks to Mr. Pollo who’s yet to have a full nights wink. at a quarter to four this morning the room [...]
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lingering conclusions

conclusions are not common in real life lingering admonishments, like mid-morning moon opposing sun a master of mistake so good have I become that irony has rubbed clean off lingering remorse like day after stomach flu belly burn a master of apology irony lost conclusions are like winning lotto tickets time does not wait wrongs [...]
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