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Oct 2015
Your life was like dirt
You could hold it in your hands
It only spiled over on rare occasions
You could grow things and learn things
You could easily move the dirt till it fit you

My life was like water
No matter how hard I tried
It always slips through my fingers
Kristin Kepner
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Kristin Kepner  Portland Oregon
(Portland Oregon)   
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