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Apr 2017
When I cry you're my pill.
When I shake you're My still.
In your  grasp I find the will
To lace  my shoes and climb the hill.
Ralph w Huber
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Ralph w Huber  Sweet home Oregon
(Sweet home Oregon)   
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