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Aug 2014
Get going you old glass stain mirror.
       For I've seen that reflection one to many times.
       If you stay docile any longer your body will
       get wash beneath the sea floor.
       Walk on and see what's down the shore.
       Or die here with the jagged rocks.
       The choice is yours.
Keep it moving!
Rose Claire
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Rose Claire  Calgary
(Calgary)   
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