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The semi-truck crossed the median.

 

That morning no one knew

it was the last piece of toast,

the last orange juice,

the last “Luv ya.”

 

 

 

Mac Greene turned to writing as a solution to the empty nest before the empty nest, when he became redundant in the lives of his children. He spends his days looking for the little miracles that are all around all the time. But he cannot help noticing the tragedies that are also all around all the time. In his day job he is a Clinical Psychologist specializing in teenagers and gender issues.

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