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Oct 2020
so, I can hide in the hair
and still get around
riding the back
of the spring greyhound.

I want to be a flea
so, I can live out my life
in a few short months, and not
grow old and be in the dumps.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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