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From Fecund Youth to Bomer-B
Friday, March 27, 2009
Like A Phone Call 02/?/93
Like a phone call in the darkened
Early hours of the
Morn
When the sky is hiding secrets
Your
Ring awoke me with a jolt -
The terror
From my dreams of peace
Dribbled down my
Stubbled chin
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