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Aug 2018
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what are you up to speakman
or what are you speakman
as my teachers might say..
then

the wart on their nose
that will never go away
oh i know you hypocrits
we look the other way..

pacif
agressive
as the happy catkin
sway
the lith blossom
in the breeze..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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