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Aug 2016
Sitting on a log
This morning
Trying to fan
The smoke of wet firewood
Into a tolerable flame

Nice lady walked by
And asked
"Where is your blanket? "

My what?

"Your blanket,"
She said
"To send all the smoke signals.

I had to laugh.

I only send mixed
Signals

Especially to white men
Emily B
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Emily B  45/F/Kentucky
(45/F/Kentucky)   
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