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Apr 2013
I must get rid get rid of the dust it is in my lungs                                                                                                          like a soldier for my boy I must get up aching back head spinning standing still                                                                                                                                                                                                                    the air is a cloud write a list write a poem I must crawl out of this crazy hazy maze for *we must be able to breathe..
Joanne Fuda
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