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Nov 2021
They are there looking
they talk so smooth

Trying to get you in the grove
if you please, they be perky

A little hole and
the boat don't float

If you please
come follow me
come follow me if you will

You be kind
while they un-wind

And bury you
in a shall graveow
a sometimes wicked world we occupy
Irving MacPherson
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