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Sep 2020
There Are Trips To Be Made
Whilst Yesterday Remains
To While Away The Hours
To Wash Away The Stains
To Confine The Scent Of A
Flower
In The Form Of A Bud
To The Depth Of The Water
Till After The Flood.
Puds
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Puds
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