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Mar 2016
the wind pulled as my
companion tonight. it ain't
blistering cold, either way,
I never fold,
no matter how old
I grow. I'm to be bold,
obstruct and hold.
All that's told, all is sold.
I even thought the moon
was full. Then I cried wool
that only a fool could
burn with coal.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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