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Mission statement corner of 2nd, crying:
I love you very much turn off the camera.
Pick up February poetry poem in bed
all black dimly lit.  Reading beautiful snow
beautiful Charles I can’t walk.  Little v’s
of snow all along the bridge.  Snowflakes.  How 

many shapes look forward.  The schoolbus is
the wrong direction drop your pelvis.  I
watch it.  I watch the moving picture in
front of me. In front you kept changing
the best thing.  Those brown birds.