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May 2020
Who is the crazy mountain man?
He sits on his wooden stool,
smoking his withered pipe.
The air around them cool.
The air around them cool.

Next to him lies his son,
bitter and to confuse,
pretending to catch grasshoppers,
father never had much to lose.
Father never had much to lose.
Written by
Patrick Harrison  18/M/Chicago
(18/M/Chicago)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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