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Apr 2014
I see their brown complexions
With even brighter faces
That drive all day, stand guard all night,
and clean in between.
I am shattered glass,
scattered in the wind,
and thus torn up;
*A Million Pieces.
I see their kind and happy faces almost every day wherever I go. Kudos.
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