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Nov 2013
he need the good book in his lap. he can turn a light off. he is that bright and he is that extinct. it is his word on the kid. his word fighting. his word going down for a patch of nothing. it is our house scrapes the knee of god. our house chosen for its elbow room. anything unplugged is able to remain a secret. freezer, fire. the only thing in our meat is meat.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
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