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Such a longing for love, rolling itself up under my heart,

poured down much mist over my eyes,

filching out of my chest the soft lungs—

Thought:

“We were Poor. I’m spelling it with a capital P. …We were on the bottom of the ladder looking up at everyone else. Nothing below us ‘cept the ground.”

Ray Charles

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