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Nov 2014
An unborn boy… with unborn joy,
Maybe an unborn girl… With unborn curls,
To say nothing of their delicate ways,
I’m lost, I’m sad,
11 years have passed…
Since I knew she was pregnant,
And then… she wasn’t,
So I don’t know unborn joys with unborn curls,
After 11 years have passed,
I’m lost… Still sad.
Johnny C
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Johnny C  On Mars With Dracula, USA
(On Mars With Dracula, USA)   
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