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Nov 2015
Not quite sure where to go  now, as almost all tumbles entraping me
I will break through the mold of yesterday's utter deceipt
Chance a token, drawn from the pocket
Where miserey never gives receipt
john p green
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john p green  florida
(florida)   
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