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Apr 17
Never quite content alone,
Never at home in a crowd.
Silence frightens us, and
So does being loud.
Never here nor there, but
Discontent in the present.
Longing for the past,
We crave a different future.
Don Bouchard
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Don Bouchard  65/M/Minnesota
(65/M/Minnesota)   
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