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Aug 2017
If we make it out alive
Drowning deep in the sea
Pull me back to shore
Cough up the salt licked sympathies
Compass only points to the east
Pointing to thee
For where you are
I will be
Miles high in the deep
Walking in your gardens in ecstasy
Wild flowers crushing beneath our feet
Taking our time drinking the whiskey dipped memories
Vinnie Brown
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Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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   Nat Lipstadt
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