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Feb 2018
To not have felt yet, what a shame
Tiny child that opens dilated eyes
Without a wrinkle caused by sun
Or love from which the troubled child shies

Inarticulate, lolling tongue
And someday, a swear word or a French kiss
Pink glands gel in salivation
No earthly child denies the Self of this
Smith
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Smith  New York
(New York)   
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   Timothy
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