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Dec 2012
So many things I thought I'd find,
But never here, and never mine.
Left alone to find my way,
These prices I could never pay.
So all I ask is help me stand,
'Cuz I don't know how much I can.
Jon Martin
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Jon Martin  Wisconsin
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