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How much?

Looked at it
Looked at it again on insistence
I can tell - this isn't worth a thing, he said

What does one do now?
There was so much riding on this.
worth so much more as it aged one thought

But now its just taking up space
And all thats been wasted on it this long
Pity, such a pity

Let it just die away now, he said.


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