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My smile looks like a dented Studebaker’s grill
from a bygone era; or more like the weathered picket fence
that poet Robert Frost never found the time to mend…
My nose has a hole from the cancer within
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Hi Ted! What can one say, but i hope that one fine day, a cure will be found for you thats new, to make this family of illnesses go away! ! Thanks for sharing my friend! Thad *10*! !
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8/11/2025 9:35:56 PM # 1.0.0
Well this is a nice tenderhearted piece of work. The kind of thing that people should write when the use the ink in their pens. Greeney