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Oct 2020
She was a solstice
Something to be waited upon
Change in such a way
That made the day seem night
And when she spoke
Only the Angels
Could hear her voice.
Pat Lynett
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Pat Lynett  29/M/Ontario
(29/M/Ontario)   
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