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Sep 6
Dawn will crackle with
madness, and a sad
soul sickness, that
breeds an all too
familiar
incomprehensible fear.

It's such hard
work to get that
click, to be okay;
to see the squirrels and
smell the leaves,
to lick the lice off the
sparrows and the grackle.
Thomas W Case
Written by
Thomas W Case  53/M/Iowa City
(53/M/Iowa City)   
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