Crissy Van Meter
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ONE ROW AHEAD by Crissy Van Meter I see you at Moody’s funeral. I try not to lunge at you or throw my floppy arms around your neck and ask you if you remember me, or ask you if ten years ago was even a place you want to remember. With all of this sad … [Read more…]