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May 2013
Covered with soft pats of aggravation

Compounded by tears, past complications

Today, he thought the sun would breathe his name

Her lenience quite encouraged and praised

Retired his blushed face, bashed, battered, and torn

Tomorrow we can try, hand under hand

Singing while drinking the sea
Shay Ruth
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Shay Ruth  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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