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Oct 2018
The path to paradise is not well worn.
I think I see it, but it's never clear,
Just scratches on a rock or silver streams,
Not deep enough to navigate, so I,
The awkward wader, stir up silt and sing
Off key, a howling animal, unclean.
Bobby Copeland
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Bobby Copeland  65/M/Kentucky
(65/M/Kentucky)   
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