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Sep 2013
You
I opened this page as he said,
"Write what you know,"
And I heard a girl whisper,
"You know I heard once
That writers don't write what
They know; they write what they
Wished they did,"
Guilty I lifted my pen
To keep from tracing that first word:
You.
9/4/13

Internet friendships ****.
Q
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Q  New York
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