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Feb 2017
She left me here alone rotten to the bone,
Undoubtedly, I decided to love poesy like stone.
My careless intentions wrong,
Must have been the haze almost free.
Everyone cares not for me,
Rescue me poetry from my dark light.
s-u-m-m-e-r = *****
Brad French
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Brad French  Clarksville, TN
(Clarksville, TN)   
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