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Mar 2019
There was a flurry of orchards
All burning under a crescent moon
And the gasps of the unfamiliar,
How they stared like a passerby
All wanting more.
Pat Lynett
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Pat Lynett  29/M/Ontario
(29/M/Ontario)   
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