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Jun 2016
mom needs a jar of jelly to call the priest.  try as he might, my brother can’t seem to get his tongue stuck to the oven door.  my hands are here to hide the fact I’m wearing gloves.  dad snaps three pictures before passing out.  the voodoo dolls of my invisible babies have passed each other underground.  I am thinking of things you can do.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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