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Feb 2022
The reaper
Scythe your fearful ***--

I mean your soul.
(Not your donkey...)

You have NO RIGHT
To a risk-free existence.
HeeHaw.
Another cutting poem for my bleeding fans at H.P.
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   Elizabeth Squires and Larry
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