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Dec 2020
it does not know
which direction to point
so many mouths
so many opinions

the whole afternoon
sitting on my neighbor's roof
it just keeps vacillating
and whining

the whole afternoon
I have been waiting
for it to find a foothold
and to point its spearhead of anger
directly at the heart
of the storm
William Marr
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William Marr  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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     Tyler Matthew and Rob Rutledge
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