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Jan 2016
What good will these words do,
when rocks are want to stay
and the hard places are mountains,
but the gaps and valleys-
blushing.

The western sky is so wide,
Blues to swallow all the green
and keep the good in your throat
with the pain and hypocrisy
filling your lungs.

Oh but what can a man do
when trembling, he admits
that he has [unintelligible]
William AL
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William AL  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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   Cecil Miller
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