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Oct 2017
Where does the sky meet earth?
Why do all babies cry on their first birthday?
When is water dry?

Observe a simple fly living life in blissful dismay.
Do packets know their purpose?
Three seagulls chill on the surface of mighty blue desert bay.

Them say it all have a reason,
second day, weekly seasonal drought flooded mind.

Coke raged badgers fling pineapples through lemon peel pie rings,
feasting the tasty thin youth.

Till we openly accept rugged truth to vibration.
Jethro
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Jethro  27/M/Cape Town
(27/M/Cape Town)   
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   Crystal Freda
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