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Found Wanting The borders of my life taste of salt and malt. Too much, too little, too soft, too brittle, too weak, too strong, too short or long. Too rich, too poor, and crawling on the floor. Too fish and chips and not enough dips. Too ice and water, and not enough laughter. Too up, too down, no middle ground. Too nasty, too nice, too open to vice. Too selfish or giving and not enough living. Too salt and malt, my life - finding fault.
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