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Jul 2016
I went outside and hid god under a rock then went inside and put a pillow over my brother’s face.  don’t worry, my brother lived and god grew stronger.  in fact, by morning, my mother was so at peace she finished my brother off with a cotton ball.  my dad bought a boat and said the older they are the smaller the mouth.  people came from a mirror called practice.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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   Finley in Despair and ---
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