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Feb 2019
I’m a poet now,
But the interest will fade.
No one will see
The cool things I made.
The rhythm fits,
But I’m new to this.
I can’t go on,
Most lines seem wrong.
Written by
Smokey  18/FTM/Up in the clouds
(18/FTM/Up in the clouds)   
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   Juneau
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