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Post by Don Schaeffer on Feb 3, 2009 20:36:12 GMT -5
Dear-God-dear-God-dear-God-dear-God when the prayer whirrs stirred by a cold wind. What am I doing stealing from the past from the dead? I rattle knowing how alone I am heading into a future of unsympathetic strangers, breaking roots like a bum travelling a box car.
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Post by Bernard Alain on Feb 3, 2009 20:53:38 GMT -5
you're hogging the limelight this week Don ... up she goes
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Feb 3, 2009 23:29:38 GMT -5
Well you will join me in the curtain calls. Thanks Bernie.
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