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Mar 2018
I see you all,
You night owls,
Perched up high in your trees,
Wide awake in the darkest of hours,
Hunting for the words that hasten the dawn and sleep,
For the words that will set you free.
Robert McQuate
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Robert McQuate  31/M/Ohio
(31/M/Ohio)   
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