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Nov 2012
It's too cold to smoke.

The thermometer reads twenty-one degrees
imperial.

My chest feels too hot, I best take off this sweater.

You're absent from my bed;
I'd best alert those concerned:

Note to self.
Brad Lambert
Written by
Brad Lambert  Missoula, MT
(Missoula, MT)   
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