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Mar 2014
chaos reigned,
then brick
    and debris,
rained over,
E. Harlem,
in NYC,
the fear caused,
the anxiety,
even half a day later,
sad,
worse for some,
of all that fear,
this very event,
that
took lives,
way too soon,
injured some,
                      lives filled with
                      woe
                      and the will needed
                      to repair their bodies, minds and spirit
who'll pay for the health care,
what a
stinking
thought
at a time
like this,
prayers.
I had smelled gas, months and months ago, called the gas Co. shut
off the offending fireplace and got out, repair took a couple of
hours from start to finish...ours only cost us money.
That sounds stupid when I put it on paper.
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
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