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Dec 2011
If it wasnt for our sweaters
we would freeze.
I wonder what flies do. 
I've seen them,
moving slowly,
Their wings fluttering half as fast as when it's 80 degrees. 
Maybe I'll invent a sweater for those animals.
The ones that suffer.
Even the flies.
Eric Guitian
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Eric Guitian  Miami
(Miami)   
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