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Sheep do not Scratch The Tup, Painful Birth, Brief Spring of Frolic In Lush Grass, Nor butchers Knife. Precious Poets, We Bleat and Baah Our Small Woes, Big Loves, Insights and Dust. Such small Season And Gone Gone Gone
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Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 5:34 AM UTC
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Sheep do not Scratch The Tup, Painful Birth, Brief Spring of Frolic In Lush Grass, Nor butchers Knife. Precious Poets, We Bleat and Baah Our Small Woes, Big Loves, Insights and Dust. Such small Season And Gone Gone Gone
mike-adam
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Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 5:34 AM UTC
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