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Jan 2020
One hundred and seventy six
Were murdered within a few ticks —
Now to hide from a war,
We’ll pretend we’re quite sure,
Their missile was launched just for kicks
Tryst
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Tryst  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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   Mandy Berry
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