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Jul 2014
When we look back
there is nothing but blotches

A faded remnants of the
brown-eyed school attendants.
Uprooted like floating log houses.
Convergent whims of the ******* children.

I'll be sure to take you down with me.
Down deep into the cellar.
Gadus
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Gadus  Newfoundland
(Newfoundland)   
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   Duke Thompson
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