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Jan 2012
On my way to you,
I found a shoe,
A lonely soul without a mate,
Tongue hanging out,
And half a lace,
And a wrinkled look
On her holy face.
Don Bouchard
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Don Bouchard  65/M/Minnesota
(65/M/Minnesota)   
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