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Apr 2020
Steel wheeled chairs we spend our days in
  "marching" in parades on the 4th of July.
  Little flags wave. Fewer each year as the
  memories die like our fallen brothers.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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