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Feb 2014
The smoke signals have been sent,
I keyed them in on my fiber optics,
encrypted the secret-message
in their native-tongue.

Now, I'm going
to just sit back & wait,
knowing mother
will be here soon,
to take me
past the moon,
to a better place,
to another universe.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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