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May 26
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so that is natural
in the jungle-
one ´s beans are one´s
own..

and woe to anyone
who doth encroach..(poe)
(o lily we are nearly
poached..)

she sighs and says
and what for civilization
then..a plastic duck?
information?

nomadic man effed or
fought and then
he constructed a fence
planted a bean and said

mine..

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that´s all fine
but what of a hot bath
peace and tranquillity-

all history is gossipp
any way
live for today..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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