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Nov 2019
The visage yawns so loudly
even climbers on Everest can hear it
it dazzles so brightly like the sun on days uncloudy
so why are the dramatists in stupor and the singers with tonsillitis
for its up to the picker to gather the roses and tenderly share howdie
We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy
So I'ma keep it on the love and do my Duty like Howdie
from a poem by Swollen members titled Bottle Pockets
Written by
Yenson  M/London
   BR Dragos
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