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Jul 2015
You were always on the top shelf and I

Was not allowed to use the step stool.

Gazing at you longingly, I've

Embarrassed myself in my desperation.


You drop crumbs for me still.
C Davis
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C Davis  29/F/Brooklyn
(29/F/Brooklyn)   
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