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Sep 2016
I have questions, like why do some go before me,
Or why is it that the hairs in my left nostril grow faster than those in my right?
What thoughts or images filled my mother's mind while she retreated into it,
Not recognizing those she brought into the world?
There must be signs
Somewhere,
For someone
As to how I can get answers.
But more importantly, are these the best questions to be asking?
Written by
R Rice  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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   Little Bear and Doug Potter
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