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Aug 2018
far cry to belong
hearing the cry of a poet's song
may I join this elite group
my thoughts are flowing like soup
there is no more outlets
for my mind's full of countless
words at my fingers
and so they linger
in fear that they won't be heard
My entry into
Jack L Martin
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Jack L Martin  47/M/Somewhere Else
(47/M/Somewhere Else)   
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