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Dec 2019
a glare
to pair
my sleeves
with her
now till
midnight as
the river
was in
phase with
the moon
and nigh
the grain
was wet
and newly
together in
scores of
aerobic rites
happy Friday the thirteenth
Scott F Hemingway
Written by
Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
(Bloom)   
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