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May 2013
My hands aren't long enough
To reach inside your head
Between the bed
And hands before
Not lucky enough for more
Poor, stupid girl
Sitting with that empty chair
I long to fill.
What happened?
We miss the severed valves
Of our hearts and calves
Of our carts.
We go to the market
with nothing to sell.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   Chuck, Gary Muir and JL
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