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Dec 2011
I am the vehicle. You are the tree.
Drove right into your roots, acquired some dents in me.
Never considered the collision. So inebriated was my vision.
Nicole M Grubbs
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Nicole M Grubbs  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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   Sarah Wheeler
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