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Barton D Smock
Poems
Feb 2015
sandbox
even with her fingers in her ears, she can hear the toy horse whipped. if we don’t have food, we can’t pray. my father was hired for his quickness, his hands
to salt
the rain. grief is a guard dog from the permanent circus.
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Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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