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Jun 2016
He sweeps upon the open air.
Moves so fast, never know he’s there.
His dark embrace you’ll feel it’s near.
Your mind will race, heart thump in fear.
And evening’s rest shall not be solemn,
When stalked at night by the Golem!
Rhyme
David John Mowers
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David John Mowers  43/M/Raleigh
(43/M/Raleigh)   
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