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Sep 2016
Withering weather clouds all of my minds
   of whispering willows and all of my time.
Someone help me of this pain begone
   or forgotten me is forgone already.
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  25/M/Washington State
(25/M/Washington State)   
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     Temporal Fugue, --- and Jack Jenkins
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