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May 2016
Chant with me. The words. Mea
Culpa. I am sorry it’s almost always
English.  Je suis desolee.
But, the Power
of our club is your language and mine are blood kin.
I may not understand your meaning, but if you’re writing:
I will get your Drift.
Always moved and grateful that so many writers share their work here.  Thank you!
D Lowell Wilder
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D Lowell Wilder
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