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Dec 2012
milk, what a waste
you were my favourite
addressing your past
Now

salvation is in clam
chowder and bad
moon rising,
addressing our past

childhood was much
Like, a play
not a lot has changed
At least that's what
I wrote
On the postcard
Addressing my past.
Written by
Claeys  Austin
(Austin)   
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