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Nov 2015
Did not realize my presence held a symbol
From days long past the shape of a *******
Do anything to stand up for honor
Open my door for you and those
Yes and for those who follow
Yet not just a following
Or a mere glimpse
It's a frame of mind
A mere mind thinks
Guess what happens
When one awakes?
Finally they acknowledge
Then they finally see!
john p green
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john p green  florida
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