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Nov 2015
We sit, We talk, We laugh.
Never speaking of the pain of tomorrow
for we know, that one day the words of the future will fly, like a tornado.
Never knowing what turn it will take
and for the the pain of tomorrow will have become the agony of today.
Elizabeth Lovato
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Elizabeth Lovato
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   erin baker and SPT
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