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Jan 2020
Fruitfulness in the peach, waters roaring the beach, I find in every section the introspection that speaks, do I contain my leaks, of course, I'm barely planted, making it through, expanding my efforts to help the planet, giver that's empty handed, can stand it, because he's bandaged, blessed in every test by the zest that killed his pest, comfortable in the nest, I stretch to raise my eggs, merely and comparably sharing to those that beg, made with leveled head, executing the deeds, he's freed because he bleeds his greed, so he can heed THE CREED.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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