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Oct 2018
I am a sprocket a cog in the wheel. I squeak occasionally and must be oiled and tightened up. If the machine is to run I must do my part. If one cog fails then the machine will come to a halt. So onward I turn, grinding the other gears. When we mesh we do extraordinary work, but when we miss a turn nothing will go right.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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