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Jan 2019
I was a gift upon the heart of
                                   soiled regression.
Never one to look a gift in the mouth of fallen
                                                                promises.

For the decaying leaves
                                     left before me,
                    were not for lost causes.

                            But fertiliser of new reflections.
Poetic T
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       Nancy E Tracy, Dennis Willis, jolly and Poetic T
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