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Feb 2021
I made the perishing ride
to the hospital house,
sprays of sumac palling
the spring frame yard -
There were strangers at the table.

I stood my glass,
listened to the black-bagged speech
where the savage girl lobbed
against the terrible slack.
They carried him out.
Evan Stephens
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Evan Stephens  45/M/DC
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     Megan H, BLT and ju
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