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Aug 2020
In private at her they laughed,
Such laughter never more foolish!
Dwellers of this earth,
should cry and not cease.
Time's vulgarities crush us like glass,
Never to be reassembled in one piece.
Written by
Ron
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   Bogdan Dragos
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