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Jul 2022
A rotten man makes fertile soil
his borne sons will surely toil
a rotting city makes ill the air
and poisons men found living there
a rotten country divides your head
split apart, now you are dead
rotten fruit still plants seeds
you've sown your own
make just your deeds
for all this rot and peat decay
makes sweet the heat, on judgement day
Lxvi
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Lxvi  29/M/Victoria
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