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Apr 2018
money machine
was astride
but direly
enured any
time but
for treasury
would still
dilate his
mind if
togetherness was
our kind
when ritual
finally was
to field
but wept
and dined
in spring
A note on highness was the debt
Scott F Hemingway
Written by
Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
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