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May 2015
We felt unchanged like stiff feathers
All your fathers twelve daughters launched after us all like small meteors.
I couldn't tell the difference between you and a floating sculpture.  And I am undeniably sorry for bombing your fathers black lab with my snowy white ****.  Happy hunting.
Michael Parish
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Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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   Joseph Paris
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