| My name is Dennis L. Siluk, and I was
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| | so it is called; where I wish not to be
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| born in St. Paul, Minnesota, where my
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| | buried, since I had run off to a world of
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| father never found the time to spend time
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| | adventure, a life-time ago, beyond the
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| with anyone I know of. I learned kindness
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| | clouds of St. Paul, the clean and empty
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| from my mother, not sure where she got it
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| | cart that holds the roots, and the
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| from. I shall return only in memory to
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| | scavengers of the Mississippi--so
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| dead St. Paul, by the Mighty Mississippi,
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| | delicately.
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