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Mar 2020
I was born in the deepest winter storm.
Made by God's own children I was packed
strong and given heart and brain and courage.
I was destined for great things but couldn't move.
I knew the meaning of life and was God's voice.
I was mute and by summer I was forgotten.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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