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May 2016
An alto.
Singer in the choir.
A face in the crowd.
But not.

The Alto.
Every eye sticks to her like glue.
The face of the crowd.
And so.
Might be done, might not be, I may just casually work on this one.
Lark Train
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Lark Train  California
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