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Nov 2016
That sun burning my **** skin.
Watching Gerod throw every last bit of trash on the ground,
seeing the rolls and plastic lie atop the pebbles.
and that **** sun.
Michael Rucker
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Michael Rucker  Naples, Florida
(Naples, Florida)   
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