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Feb 2013
The sound of your voice
Approaches my vicinity vivaciously
And your common conundrum
Bangs into my cranium as bongos do
My ears and my mind may be neighbors
But they purposely put up white picket fences
My ears- although adept
Sometimes make a mess
My mind keeps a clean yard
And always takes out the trash
Ian Cairns
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Ian Cairns  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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