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Aug 2015
mother in mouse slippers sees a rainbow and burns the bread.  ******* rainbow was hunger before someone tried to erase it.  I am not god but I do have insomnia.  mother can do in her madness what most can in sleep.  father hollers at a soldier suffering from memory gain.  I throw baby brother’s rattle over a moving tank.  

count for the dead their black sheep.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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