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Oct 2018
All the voices are wimped together,
Cloudy, and clear,
Here you'll see something that makes you dear,
Makes you tear,
And makes you here,
Ciacress
you regress
And fret
Others getting wet.
Here you'll see
Progress outer tea,
A way to record
And lets get clear,
No fear,
And don't lear.
Written by
Charles Sturies
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