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Aug 2018
She is here
my own true sun
she loves so daft
that dawn springs forth
and before I die
she'll really eat pie
with her cute rind
and buffalo trim
that grocers hunker tide
while business bona fide
in her hand over rib
a kind little girl
Scott F Hemingway
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Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
(Bloom)   
192
   Scorpio
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