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Apr 2024
His head couldn't contain the misery it had conceived
And his heart burst from the pressure of his woes
No more tears were to be shed - for he'd been happily grieved
And lost already was the fragrance of those roses at his toes!
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Apox  Kenya
(Kenya)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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