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Apr 2019
This is just to say
when i gave you that poem
I had no inkling

Of what was to come -
all the pain awaiting us
The ancestral sin

Temptation, assured
We were manicured, shared prose
Dog-hungry for plums.
None of us are without guilt or sin
missy brown
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missy brown  F/New York City
(F/New York City)   
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     Fawn, Mathew P Nangolo and Shiv Pratap Pal
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