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Apr 2015
******* on coins,
I speed towards you
Soft road, Jesus street
You, nothing but a sweet germ growing in my belly
I held you rock solid in my fist
Through all the laughter and cheers,
We went together, spitting sideways
Oh you, my mad child
Born with your hat tipped
I carried you forward
I carry you through
And into blue mist
Written by
Adelaide Potter
391
   Montana and S R Mats
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