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Rosha

A Procrustean woman's tale

in an orbit does tell that this snitch

here wasn't Montgomery whether sound must hitch

with Pythagoras

that seldom erupt in despair

now dire hands with guilty chest

yet volcanoes bleed in the air

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poetman
Published
Aug 13, 2019
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note auther L.M Mongo,ery..

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#scotland#lore#match#hitch#steal#sequel
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