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Jan 2016
Nostalgia restrings like kites back to you
You've ran out of arrows to shoot me down with and I used to be the string in your bow that held you together
Now I'm just another passing target
you wounded, ****, and left in derelict
Jo Baez
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Jo Baez  Los Angeles, Ca.
(Los Angeles, Ca.)   
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