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POEM: Move To California, Call Your Ex, Become A Banker

Move To California, Call Your Ex, Become A Banker

Maybe you just haven’t found the right job.
Maybe you just haven’t found the right person.
Maybe you just haven’t found the right place.
Maybe you just don’t fit anywhere in this
round, round world and no amount of sanding down
the rough edges will ever, ever change that.
Oh look! The Great British Bake Off is on!

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25 May 2022
Pittsfield MA

Published in My poems Poetry

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