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Jul 2018
a rabit
that ******
in the
garden beckon
the ***
with flatulence
there still
makes ***
green though
hallowed the
leaf with
chocolate and
a grieve
to blur
**** with
farming now
a thrill
Scott F Hemingway
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Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
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