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Oct 2015
Saxophone and well water,
buried mother alive.     Hey
that's my birthday.
Father hunts aquamarine -   and  of
all the words I have to choose from
I only say  ok
December ok teetertotter ok
Mote
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Mote  31/F/Michigan
(31/F/Michigan)   
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