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Jun 2022
Were it not for one to play buffoon

or to say of none we're way too soon

involved in peddling mass hysteria

when it's been held in each posterior

consciousness - makers of peace are

blessed. So ever to be near or far

we at our disposal have in hand

a power to write upon our sand.
renseksderf
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       guy scutellaro, Maddy, Eloisa and Khoisan
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