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Sep 2023
Along thine path
grow flowers; shapes
and sizes abound,
but nothing could
compare to all
the things you've
found

along the way-
Egregious liar
born-again friar
that woman briar
all to the ire
of your mother.

Thus I admire
this walked path
of contest and
clashing, both of
the asomatous and true;
incorporated incorporeal-
ism, what else could you
possibly do?
Written by
Charlie Harman  23/M/Iowa USA
(23/M/Iowa USA)   
90
   Frances Raeburn and Khoisan
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