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May 2016
I don't understand the math in this
Just trying to maintain the humanity in this
I pray on my hands and feet in remembrance
Oh ye of little faith
I have been treading so lightly
Picking up my fever  
Basking in the moments that I know are direct challenges from the sky
Too young for big and too old for small
Donna
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Donna  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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