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Sep 2020
Indeed the difference is stirdieness.
What could that mean other than, thickness.

Another way we ran.
For there was a witness,
That couldn't become a fan.

Then there was the restless.
Who found a ****,
And became reckless.
I love the sway of the trees.
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     --- and Imran Islam
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