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Aug 2020
I've coasted across a menagerie of silver skin

It upended my start in life, and led me into sin

So sowing weary worries isn't like it things had been.

Vending favored parties is the grim prospect we're in.
T R S
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T R S  29/M
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   Leo, J J and Fawn
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