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Sep 1
I kid you adieu, you faint of heart.
It’s with great sadness, I leave us apart.
The end is near, I’m afraid my dear friend.
Perhaps if you’re unlucky, we will meet somewhere that rhymes with The end.

09.0124 – It’s September Fools Day. Everybody raise their hands….
Notes = see above
Drab
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Drab  Agender/The final frontier
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