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Yesterday's Failures by Owen Jones
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At the end
you see it clear,
in retrospect
from the rear.
It all adds
up to nothing,
more or less
the same.
Achievement
becomes a word,
lost like the
rose with no name.
Naked we
stand at last,
nothing to win
or lose.
When all
thats is left,
is an option
not to choose.
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