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Apr 2013
In the night
People leave the streets alone
With the lamps.
yellow light clamps
onto your figure figuring which way to go.
With a hole in your jacket,
It's hard to find heat
Feet trudge through sludge
That used to be green green grass.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   JL, ---, Roni Shelley and Chuck
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