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Jul 2013
It's got me twisted in the vine
vine that makes it hard to find
find the eyes that confine
confine me to this cave of mine
mine me, and make me see a sign
sign on the dotted line
line it up until the line is fine
fine me for not opening my mind
mind over matter seems unkind
unkind minds become combined
combined with what they define
define the meaning of this design
design a new light to shine
shine on me
GaryFairy
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GaryFairy  54/M/Cleveland, Ohio
(54/M/Cleveland, Ohio)   
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   r, Madison, Claire R, Chuck and Gary Muir
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