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Aug 2017
Ain't no one trying to be true.
no more I'm hiding my blue.
just once, try someone's stew,
and you might get a clue.
these words are long overdue.

Stews simmer, hieroglyphs are forever.
Form them carefully together
because someone who's clever
will sever them forever.
Don't let your tongue become leather.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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