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Feb 2018
Mint was the smell in my garden
Wintergreen made my soul harden
Fashionable stockings and
Mintable stocks
Were refreshing and tainted
All the evergreen stalks.

I shouted and campaigned
for a milder need
But desire shot me
and so did greed.
T R S
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