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Dec 2015
Her name was Harmony, yet in accordance, she was not. So much so, some called her "Hardly." It seemed her difficulty to ever agree. Even upon issue firmly obvious, such as yellow sun, blue sky, or golden field, it was not her nature to assent with another. I'm guessing for sake of losing argument, old Auntie Nym could sing no hymn.
We all know her.
PJ Poesy
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