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Mar 2019
Why can’t I write?
Like I once did before,
Tragedy and remedy.
Wrapped up simply yet in a hoard,
What bounding breaks of wording.
Make truth simply desired not abhorred,
When words of life are ever fleeting.
A desire of wanting the same but more.
Seth Milliman
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Seth Milliman  South Bend, IN.
(South Bend, IN.)   
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   Fawn and Vanessa Gatley
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