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Nov 2011
Little vile black fly
perched upon the pallid skin
of Grandpa’s left arm






incessant raining
forces me to contemplate
the drought in my heart





for a brief instant
I saw swagger in her eyes
when she let me go
Doug Collins
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Doug Collins
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