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Dec 2016
the year was 20 11, and there was pretty angst, it floated and lingered in the air like cigarette smoke in the winter, of course we ignored its insistence, still the rumbling was amongst the least of the peculiars. i said, momentarily it stopped as easy as it had become, i wrenched, things were not changhing hands. we faltered again into obedience.
Alan Harley Clark
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Alan Harley Clark  California
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