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Oct 2017
Eight
I see me,
Walking,
Down the street,
Looking utterly, foolishly, obtusely, insanely, ridiculously,
Happy.
I'm eight.
After that,
I broke my pate,
I gained my freight,
I found my hate.
Haddie Brenner
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Haddie Brenner  London
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