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Jan 2019
This is a call, I would like to know,
When and how I'll ****
this hunger,
This is my shield, what do you feel,
when I lay it down upon the ground?
No matter, I'm careless,
I need my shield to keep my feathers,
You're sadder, yet fearless,
so find a meaning to this near-miss,
We'll swirl around in a
coffee cup and face another day,
I've adopted this here little pup,
he's got some things to say,
"Bark, bark, Romeo".
David Crow
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David Crow  23/M
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     sue and Manuel Hutchinson
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