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Apr 2020
Tangerine gold will fall. So stand close, if not, stand tall. Catch them. They’re magic.
They’re this seasons happiness and it’s selling fast.
Oh leaves of Autumn,
Won’t you last.
Cox
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Cox  20/F/Australia
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