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Mike I did like. For he took the time, kept track of my dime. Helping me find, great peace of mind. His careful attention, I think, I should mention, For it’s not every day that someone works in that way. I hope he’s rewarded for counting what others have hoarded.
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
Hospital poem #4: Mike
a meeting of geese wouldn't abet their cold and stranded with nonchalant only to harry this land with ware that their untold riches could indeed  tangle my heart here wreched winter blew my nose
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
Canada
***So many things are lost in transit In haste, to unload the luggage   Unaware of the fragile things Shoved away in haste to unload   When I open the luggage Thousands of broken pieces Cutting deep into my hands Bleeding profusely from the wounds Losing valuable things in transit Wounds that will stay forever***
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
In Transit