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Aug 2013
A summer's night was ending and a new day dawning,
The late night air hung sweet and careful
Yet no one was actually being careful.
The reckless fools.
Most thought highly of her...
But she didn't think that of herself.
The air hung still waiting for an answer...
Waiting for a sinner or a saint.
The devil won that dance.
Mary Mack
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Mary Mack  Small Town USA
(Small Town USA)   
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