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Yet often
A third wheel
Or maybe the fifth
An accessory not needed
And always the odd man out
Never seeing an insult they
Ask him to tag along
He arrives on time
Stands apart
Like an extra
But never in a film
His dialogue is small
On a two piece lounge
He takes the single chair
He sits awkward
Then leaves


Posted 01/12/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

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