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S Lynn Knight

S Lynn Knight, the birds have been waking me at 0422 many a morning. — — — — “The devil dog sighed. The words of the poetess soothe the mind, oil on the troubled water. He grinned and whispered, ‘I am the taller ghost.’”

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