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Mar 2023
what were once walls
are now curbs.
the fences to be lept
like the leaping lambs
in the shepherd's
pastoral gaze.
in his
plentiful roaming hills,
there lack none
of any that
but husbandry.
"smacking hoes my way"
-Chris Rock

(Not actually i dont think lol)
Tyler
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Tyler  24/M/PA
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