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June 30, 2022 / barton smock


maker 10

I know this poem is old. I know also how many footprints there are on the machine that's looking for your child. I use what I know. The poor can sleep through anything, but don't. We pass only a few things. The mouse still breathing in its trap. At least until the trap is okay.

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