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May 2014
9:45 a.m., Saturday, 22 DEC 12
I woke up at a quarter to 10,
my hand was still sleeping,
dreaming of a million,
cold needles prickling away at it.

So I wrote this with my left.
Steven d'Orsay Childs
Written by
Steven d'Orsay Childs  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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