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Thursday, February 22, 2018
The Fare Was The Soul
Of a family, of gifted people, come I. We were never blind, to the wanton smiles, of compliments and lies. We were always wise, and we swam to the new land. To hell with , The Mayflower!
Amen!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming New Mexico
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