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Mar 2022
when i remember the door
the light from a jar
the shade of a car
a backyard star
wallpaper-

a blinding river
a little giver
varying aroma
warmer
getting better

pedals
nettles
bordem
the perfumed
garden

azimuth
my mouth
trout
nowt
out
a new coat

valliant
ants
cant
selling apples
door to
door..

jars
jarred
sword
my bycicle
bell
telling

hills
sitting
still
fill
full
will
and so..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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