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Jun 2019
Arrogant peacock
Preen your feathers you proud fowl
You'll be molting soon

He is in a rush
Clear his way, don't interfere
He might fall on you

Windswept heights above
Snowy peaks of grey granite
Majesty erodes

One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Any number will do fine
Because I can't count
Herb
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Herb  65/M/Florence, KY
(65/M/Florence, KY)   
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