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Aug 2014
I'm not sure where I'm going.
And I've forgotten where I've been.
It's like just one oar is rowing.
And I'm turning in circles again.
The past and the future are all blended up.
And I can't remember tomorrow from yesterday or seem to keep them apart.
Adam Johnson
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Adam Johnson
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     Makenzie Marie, anna and Alberto Ruiz
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