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May 2016
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One time I held you
with the grip of a lost child
and you let me go so swiftly,
I realized then that I really don't matter
as much as the next lover
(I guess I am a bit of a *******).
Jo Hummel
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Jo Hummel  Fort Worth
(Fort Worth)   
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