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Nov 2016
He talks in riddles wrapped in mystery.
The words are enigmas. They have history.
He thinks in ways that can’t be known.
His mind is wild and overgrown.

I never saw a soul so deep;
Spirit so fair; temperament meek.
His mind is free of any stain.
In these words he'll live again.
Megan Sherman
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