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Apr 2014
Voices without faces
Without form or foundation
We’ve gone unnoticed
Much to our dismay
We are still here, still speaking
If you would only give the time of day to listen
Music to our ears ,
like phantom speech
Would be the sound of our own voice
above the crowd
David Crum
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David Crum  detroit
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   Hilda and Cole Nubson
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