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18h
responsoria
The poem says so little.

Food is a ghost that saves my mouth.

Hi, all my gods stop dreaming at once.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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