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Heroin I ref: February 99 Heroinsight I think you chose to be impaled in mind and time, always young. Blond and laughing, high against the sky and trees, you fall through the picture, haunting me. Jeannette Harris - Publisher "A Country Rag" The E-zine of Appalachian Life And Art www.countryrag.com

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