February 2011
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I heard a wonderful poem today by Catherine Charlwood.
About Me Now
The coroner will not know I had a good heart nor a sweet disposition as he makes a start on me, opening to learn where it went wrong. What kept me in is not thought as he cuts along my lining, although a button I once did up next to a masculine wallet with the zip stuck sits in a metal tray belonging to the lab. He snares a...
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