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Mar 2013
I crossed paths
with youth
the experience
left me bleeding.
I could not live
without
this ******
myself
our parents
why.
The coming of our children
flows by us
Can you hear it
through the trees?
Written by
Henry Mulligan  Missoula, Montana
(Missoula, Montana)   
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