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Young Impotence

Sometimes I'm the boy who stood helpless on my grandmother's porch looking down the hill upon Hell's fire and the black plumes that pushed men into early graves –Ron Gavalik

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Published: Feb 23, 2021
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Tags: #pollution #smoke #industry #working #class #truth #youth #environment

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