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Nov 2016
Hi
Usually asleep when the sun says hi ,
most times high when the sun says bye.
Lost a couple brothers
i often wondered why ,
while crushed beneath depression under clouds in the sky..
Picked a couple flowers
they wilted in his hands.
While walking through the valley that was sadly ***** by man.
Mark The Vagabond
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