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Oct 2015
I loved a man named Alex once
was a kiteboard instructor in Hood River.
Things are sour now,
Real ******' bad.
But he makes an appearance every so often.
Met a man at the bar tonight
introduced himself as Alex,
strike one.
Said he was visiting from Hood River,
strike two.
Asked: "you windsurf?"
Said: "no, kite."
****.
Hannah
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Hannah  PNW
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   ---, Gabriel K and GaryFairy
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