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Dec 2014
That one thing I hold dear, the thought, pain.

I awake from my dream just to say,Β the same as yeasterday on an on each day.

For when I'm asleep the thought is not near.
Just wrote this at my kitchen table I love how I can express myself with words.
Fredrick Fannin
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Fredrick Fannin  Fort Worth, Texas
(Fort Worth, Texas)   
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