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May 2011
It’s a small house, gotta be swift,
Or, else you’ll get pricked,
Through that backdoor
For the final time

It’s a small town, gotta be quick
Or else you’ll get hit
To cross broken floors
When you did no crime

There’s no time, must be haste
Here, it’s all face to face,
You can’t even try to change
This peculiar race.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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