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Mar 17
Under the grape tree he sits
His wrists gleaming from the slits
He watches the sky and counts to seven
He wonders how many days until he gets to heaven
He'll sit there for eternity and never get bored
He'll watch the sky forevermore
Lynn
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Lynn  13/F
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