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Oct 2019
Messed up,
and found in her ruffled nest of hair.

I found lightning,
made of flour, dust, and air.

So, I got up for a drink of water.
And later laughed a lot.

Because I became a herb-smoked doughboy
That smelled a lot like bergamot.
T R S
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T R S  29/M
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     Salmabanu Hatim and Ackerrman
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