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Jul 2014
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I can’t tell if crickets are the bell ringers of hell
Or the harps of heaven
With disdain I feel like writing  poems
But as a little girl I made a vow
Never to do such a thing
Illinois,  summer of 13
Written by
Felix Sladal
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