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Nov 2015
At times I turn
Turn away from
What I scribble
Is it that fear?
Or simply dribble?
Just can't fathom
That unleashing
Tis why I write
And in the dark
No concept inside
Now I form no reason
And reason obeys
Chaos then decides
What time shall allow me
john p green
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john p green  florida
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