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Mar 2022
Your pitter patter doesn't matter
The maddest hatter's just a quack.

If you can stand her, take a gander
In your stranger's candy sack.

No-one knows her; lazy dozer
Hangs her clothes up on a rack.

Tired of betting, now regretting
Never getting chances back.
Filomena Rocca
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Filomena Rocca  25/Transfeminine/Pennsylvania
(25/Transfeminine/Pennsylvania)   
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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