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Aug 2016
A ritual instrument will play music
her divine poem has written
a shrink composition, if law wth a focal point
where sharp trend nigh,
a story blended well
her blues invade boogie tonight

a mint superlative indie ballad
has shaken dessert from front line  
only in her name of Jane
with vocal will forsaken.

When expectations are met, mildly
a fool in the rain quickly dies in her fear of raider
that would ****** her whim, gladly
and ran with exception, with a gem, to her immediate glory
that declared such a paradisal virtue
and direly jet superfluous with forecast amazing there
Scott F Hemingway
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