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Apr 2020
When the sun comes out again

is when

I plan on calling all everyone,

because by then

everyone will be my friend,

forged over fields of fever posies and possies of angries.


So, please

Grease the wheels of progress by rounding your rough edge

and by doing your best to be and make everything easy.
T R S
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T R S  29/M
(29/M)   
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       Artemis and J Klein and Sons Pen Parish
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