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Mar 2019
You
You all are my ears
   You hear what this world ignores
I
I shout with this pen
  I write a placid verse
   Trying to express this curse
They
They cannot hear what does not speak
  A frozen tounge is blessed but meek
Written by
J Fletcher  40/M/New York
(40/M/New York)   
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