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Aug 2017
A decision was spun from a Web of eight.

In alleys ways and even old age.
When the rain fills the hole of the road.
Insects and toads life and it's page-less.
Two many smokey ways when will they degrade from the current same.
Written by
Timothy hill  Ny
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