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Jun 2013
Ash
Keep a beat
Of urgency
While
Weeds grow in my seat.
So, I stand instead
Tapping my toe
In the space right below
The thin pile of ash
Watching me
Asking, "do you see
In me what he never saw in you?"
Ann Beaver
Written by
Ann Beaver
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   JL, --- and Kyleigh Anne
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