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Mar 2017
My fingers are red
but I can see
the music thumping
as I cut my beets;
Blender burnt out
from the healthy mix
while I dance to
the beat of it.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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