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Dec 2020
I was hoeing
Words of tongue and pen
Despair, from the far side of absolute
The ceremony of consequences
So unequal, so unfair
I replaced one life with another
The rich man in his mansion
The poor man at his door
Baying for broken glass
The small change of illusions....

Gypsy
Gypsy
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Gypsy  61/M/Earth
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