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Nov 2020
up in the clouds, is where we are
floating around our very own star
how can it be, we ended up here
we are so high and it seems unclear
the world below is all f-ckd up
I'm looking down and it seems corrupt
time will tell if a correction will come
I'll wait up here, till my sanity is numb....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 305
Bhill
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Bhill  67/M/Ivins Utah
(67/M/Ivins Utah)   
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