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Apr 2015
The sun goes onward, rising higher.
Our bright beacon, the balloon of fire.
And little do these worldlings see,
Afternoon will go, the night is soon to be.
Daniel Thorne
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Daniel Thorne  21/M/Michigan
(21/M/Michigan)   
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