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Jul 2013
It's like you took a rag,
soaked it in sorrow,
wrung it out into a bucket,
dumped that bucket
into a bathtub,
and baptized yourself.
Ruth Forberg
Written by
Ruth Forberg  Chicago
(Chicago)   
859
   Lawless and Carly Two
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