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Sep 2018
When ya chowder do you really worry about where it falls if ya need to heave so bad?  You may clean the porcelain and have your idolatrine to maintain stain unseen...but like the woman that lights my path has penned....I "wear my faults and pain on my arm like a brace" instead mine is a machete strapped to my leg not burried in yo' face.
Semi-literate Poet
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