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Apr 2021
Sure
I see this distance
and I rue

these spaces
we ante up

i fill up with
this stuff

at you spew
hope something grew

reach i  am reaching
an even pour draught

of making stuff up
uncertainly
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
64
     --- and ryn
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