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POEM: Easter in SF

Easter in SF Street cars, Weirdos walking, Twisting turning, My heart yearning, Round the bend, Afraid to go again, Hurting, Lurching, Darkness, Stranger, Inputting, Processing the process. Nowelle (c) Written: April 1, 2013

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