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Jul 2013
Dearest Carol,
the weather's been cold.
The snow falls from the sky,
and flies up my nose.

Dearest Carol,
the liquor was cheap,
and the beer came free.
Now I know Mr. Winter,
and Mr. Winter  knows me.

Dearest Carol,
I'm coughing again.
I'll see you next Sunday,
if I don't turn up dead.
Leah
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Leah  I'm around.
(I'm around.)   
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