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Aug 2015
Entropy isn't quite what it used to be,
Chaos isn't really that new to me,
But how was I supposed to know,
Someone like you could endear me so.
Kinda short but you've those beautiful eyes,
And I'm thinking about you, as this poem implies.
And I don't really know what else to say,
But my dear my heart soars when you're like 'Hey'.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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     Harly A Quinn and Zoe McLaughlin
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