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04/28/2012

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Maureen Spector

I should visit more often and eventually then I think I might write again. It's in my head. There on my tongue at the tips of my fingers. The same as when I began on that old black underwood. Always the same difference but that I don't.

brtom

been doggin' it here myself

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