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May 10
we are happy..
we are sad..
lily laughs..

mental health-
what a conumdrum!
but not funny-

if you re lost,
in confusion,
and pain..

but the answer!-
is between our eyes
gentle as the rain..

ii

like the grass,
(whitman knew..)
like the truth-

shoot,i can be
anybody
identity..(x-ray specs)
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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