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Mar 2017
these words flow
fluid as cheap wine
crisply coloured as
any branded vintage

easy on worn pockets
dulls minds equally;
after several goblets
it all tastes the same

as for roses and petals
they may vary in look
none any prettier and
always smell the same
hellopoet
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