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Feb 2021
turn them on
run them out
pour it up
there's gold in them thar hills
he's chuckled, knowing he's knocked it out
of the
park

but they were less than impressed
distressed by the same stanzas
percolating within the
diary of a
faded gadfly
never to
recover
earlier
victories

you can have it all
sighing
signposted
signals
Written by
Burt Shane
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