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Jan 2017
At Camp Sloane,
After waterfront,
They came for Moose.
"Your mother is sick,"
They told him.
"She's going to die."
Moose went home.
We went to campcraft.
My mother died next winter,
After a long illness.
David Hill
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David Hill  Lansing Michigan
(Lansing Michigan)   
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