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Dec 2015
Who knows what kind
of man I am? I've never
held a child of mine,
my first communion
wasn't official and
my back is dry. I
was in it for wafers
and body of wine.
I'm Stan with no plan
and a nothing
saved man who
only knows he
can but needs
to lay his hand.
Sand or solid land
I am everything
everything and need
no band or some
social media clan
no if buts or ands.
Hank Roberts
Written by
Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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   Yenny
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