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Nov 2019
He made
shop mine
whoa the
bit on
his cob
have laggard
him as
their blitz
was hers
and their
juvenile must
throb wherein
nothing matters
these skewers
in prodigal
part of
our tell
a meaning forever
Scott F Hemingway
Written by
Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
(Bloom)   
262
   Bogdan Dragos
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