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Mar 2014
Out of this town
With its worn out dreams,
I will drown
In the radiant sunbeams.
Away from this
All the hollow people,
I will not be named
As part of the sheeple.
Making my mark
On a city so free,
I will embark
I will be.
Duplicate Virus
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Duplicate Virus  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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