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Jan 2022
Goodbyes are apt to set the record straight,
as if we've stumbled through an iron gate;
Correctly now we take the hint from above,
there's nothing left for us not even love.
Written by
Frances E McClelland  Hamilton, NJ
(Hamilton, NJ)   
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