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Jul 2013
Feeling down
Looking up
A man cries "What's left?!"
Hears a voice
In the air
Ghostly
Saying Softly, Solely: "Right..."
The man turns
Hopeful
Journeys toward the light
Busted bones
Says a prayer
And dies later
In the night...
MICHAEL SHADDOX
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MICHAEL SHADDOX  Dallas
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