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Nov 2016
voice of rust,
cracked hands,
brain of dust,
made nothing of the land
but will still adjust,
eyes of steel,
muscles weak,
nothing real,
made nothing but let me be
and i'll see how it feels.
Written by
kyle  birmingham, alabama
(birmingham, alabama)   
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     ---, Helen Raymond, r m and Samuel Hesed
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