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By Jack Joseph Smith
My Place
No consulation about love
Watch your track record
if you talk
The line runs through the other side
as if the world was flat
You can make poetry
as well as all is the same
There I have been, and there you are not
and do not go
Wash your dishes
To be young
is to wring your heart
just like a cloth
The good heart
Sure, it wakes with the odds