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Aug 2014
It would seem, that at some point, people got bored.
No longer do the masses beat down my door.
Though I love being lonesome, I long for companions
To keep up my spirits and never abandon-
A knock on the door! My breathing grows quicker.
Just UPS. A package delivered
Andrew Switzer
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Andrew Switzer  New York
(New York)   
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   Jessica Crandall
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