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Apr 13
Her clothes are tatty, ratty, and soiled.
He needs a haircut and a shave.  Hair grows down his neck!
They are talking, but to who?  Themselves? An unseen being?
They grow unkempt in a forgotten garden.  They are not weeds,
They are wildflowers.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   Mike Adam, Nylee and Melanii
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