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Nov 2012
Look at me begging like a dog for a treat.
Just waiting for you to speak.
Jumping like a buzzard after a piece of meat.
Prey ******* these torn knees.
Trapped in this town surrounded by trees.
You could need me.
I know I need you.
Brian Ross
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Brian Ross  Maine
(Maine)   
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