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Apr 2010
paralized, my eyes are wide
searching for the other side
I see them there, I stop and stare
but what's the point? they'll never care
with backs to me, they just can't see
the pain that dwells inside of me
my hands are numb, my tongue is dumb
the rains were gone, but now they come
Joe Hill
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Joe Hill  30/M/St. Paul, MN
(30/M/St. Paul, MN)   
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