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Dec 2013
I am not that whomever.
Cat, spilt from the night
Onto porches, clever
Thought out of sight.

Nor am I that nose
Bridging the eye's gap
Fore the knower knows
Nothing whence I’s lapse
Daniel August
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Daniel August  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Zach Spud Carter
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