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Jan 2015
Keep you on file
they always say
good enough to string along
not good enough to ask to stay
can they all sense the wrong?
they certainly hit me down
with whispers, they drown
I drown
away I see,
your floating, golden, perfect
crown.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   Jonny Angel, life's jump, T, --- and JWolfeB
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