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Aug 2018
The clock on the wall and I in my seat.
Ticking and ticking all of the week.
When will it end? When will it stop?
As I sit by the wall with a clock.
Rebekah Durling
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Rebekah Durling  F
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     Fawn, Kalon, --- and NC
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