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Mar 2017
These little lines formed,
to make familiar
symbols, so my brain
can recognize and not forget
to pick up the milk
from the store,
are the only things I can
handle now.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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