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Aug 2020
He came he went he came
It's up it's low it's fame
It's down it's blank it's lame
A pearl a dime sort of helm
Can't speak much for am mute
Can't picture much for it's cute
Cant rumble much for it's a flute
Can't move and sway for am put
Breath it in to break it out
Seed it in for it to sprout
Take the numbers make a count
All the letters on top to mount
I know it's terrifying
Probably mesmerizing
Kind of a little hypnotizing
Also more of clarifying
Sharon Gona
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Sharon Gona  F/Nairobi
(F/Nairobi)   
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