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Sep 2016
Going out the back door,
It caught my eye like bird
swooping down on a branch.

A brown old leather shoe
By the fence, in the tall grass.
Sitting like a burning martyr,
It melted in the rain.
Sammy Connell
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Sammy Connell  Atlantic Canada
(Atlantic Canada)   
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     ---, J Robert Fallon III, Doug Potter and LeV3e
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