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Jan 2017
I ought not to love you so,

I ought to be ashamed,

I ought to give you up,

Tell you my love has waned,
              --- But ---
I do, --
          I don't,
                     I can't,
                              I won't

 Love is an urchin
    a poor gutter rat
      starved and anemic
        But happy at that
                                                    Jon York 2017
Jon York
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Jon York  Arma, Kansas
(Arma, Kansas)   
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