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Dec 2019
For a brother, and dad,
for the truest of friends.
Pure of spirit, purely glad,
Journeyman into the bends.
The sun rises in his mind,
As it sets into his heart.
And when the moon rises in TJ,
Civility will fall apart.
For Hashem
The Dybbuk
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The Dybbuk
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     Eryck and A Slow Heyoka
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