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Dec 2014
The pastries are tempting,
     But my little voice speaks.
Drinks spill into my cup,
     My little voice speaks up.
There's a beauty needing company,
     But my little voice starts warning,
And I'm hard of hearing.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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