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Check, runner, Peril in the streets as Sun whafts in your face, Potent this month, just As summer recognizes in itself A great deal of wariness To the lot of you and In a quiet and political way Elects to retire this season and Move on. What remains puckers your eyes.
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Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 8:42 PM UTC
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