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May 2013
saw satan
spit bread

I was with
my son
we were      

differently / enthralled

this sunburnt
man / unable

to eat
or put his hands
together

who then
hissed us
to take

a picture / though

I think
     hissed / only appears

in retrospect
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
315
   paprika
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