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Would This Be Carl Sandburgs Reality of Where I Live

newport, ohio one man butcher pizza palace boozed drunks riding four wheelers or riding horses through woods on tow path in winter air filled with burning greens causing fog to roll down to family owned gas station yet on the horizon the sportsman club gleams with sharp lights as shooters aim to win on the other horizon congregation singing every sat. night and sunday morning

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Date: 4/15/2012 3:36:00 PM
Smile ˜ I Need To Get Out Of Here, Precious Karen ˜ Keep Painting The Poes Girl * Love Always, John!:) ˜
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