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May 2016
I wonder when  to just say NO MORE? I am blessed  not in a lot pain but the madness of just being almost having to be afraid of YOURSELF,TORMENT of the twisting is my state,do I look into purgatory or a shiny golden gate,a simple wince is not enough to convince, but the massive weight seems to ensure my fate,a restless stir or a blinding blur when will the end be near,do I await in harmony or regress in fear,minding my manners & a jovial laugh have carried me far, I await. Rick
wichitarick
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wichitarick  wichita Kansas
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