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Apr 2017
Square and deep and made of wood, a place where my toys were kept. To be sat on or a platform from which to speak to my audience of loyal subjects who sat quietly where I had placed them. A stumbling block when I was half awake in the wee hours of the morning. A place to have a meal with a four legged friend. I place to kneel upon when I needed to pray. A simple red toy box was many things to me.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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