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Jul 2012
my mother I made her
black

so I would be humble.

I went as a soldier
into the silence of women

and found it lacked the peace
afforded hell.

I gave my only word
to my son, and he went off

with his sister.

I returned from the war
(took up with a man)

I was born with.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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