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Feb 2021
It's a quarter to God
and all is hell
half-past the Devil
towards a nice warm cell.

Seen it
clean it
nail it
mean it,
here is a hammer
there goes the bell.
Ephraim
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Ephraim
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     Zeena Miedema and Bogdan Dragos
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