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Oct 2016
Fall is here, oh, what a beauty,
"Raid for knowledge"-calls our duty.
So grace has come to my mind,
welcoming fall, it's door's open wide
The floor is touched with leaves deep gold;
sooner or later all trees shall be bold.
sun will no longer burn me to death,
from now on it's clowdy, so I've got my breath.
Come on, let's live on with the bravest smile
cause now we're alive, once in such a long while.
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
(21/M/Ukraine)   
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   Cynthia Jean and Pax
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