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Aug 2016
The boy sits alone
Echo- why so mearstone
He has no where to go
Echo- so he sits under a ceibo
Like thunder without lighting you feel lonely
Echo-  hail and rain you become snow
Andrew molder
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Andrew molder  30/M/Cedar rapids ia
(30/M/Cedar rapids ia)   
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