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Feb 12
Give me a minute,
Just a moment,
Where I can sit and breathe,
And there isn't doomsday on your lip.
I pray for happy days,
I wished, I wish, upon a star,
That someday the uproar and hatred,
Will be washed away by ocean waves.
Nobody will win this war. Not if we're fighting our own.
Abbott J Hardison
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Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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