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Nov 2015
the kids
they are calling
the girl
my mother
an oyster

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all elbows
they are calling
them
my privates

what I think
are teeth

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what I know of bees
can fit
in the bee
my brothers
lose

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lost
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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