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Jul 2013
If the eyes are the windows to the soul
Then your windows must be awfully dity
For I've peered in many a time
Pressed my nose up to the glass
And tried my best to clear my vision
But I still cannot see but a foggy silhouette of what lies
Behind those soiled window panes
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   Madison
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