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Jul 2012
I am dying out loud,
from a wound to my hat,
how can I die,
from something like that?
I have her lettuce,
with the lettuce my poem lacks.
my hat needs an E.R,
and a brand new stat.
Keith J Collard
Written by
Keith J Collard  43/M/Dedham, MA
(43/M/Dedham, MA)   
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