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Oct 2015
When I gather the winds
And draw upon the clouds
Is it a mere whisper?
Or a whisper spout out loud?
Are you here to cleanse?
Or merely seek control?
For I'm not here for nonsense
Mama raised no fool
However if you dare
Now I'm slowly losing control
If I stay retained and focused
Maybe I can harness the tool
john p green
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john p green  florida
(florida)   
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