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When the marching bands,
tramples & leave to dust,
I'm left with amazing shiny
of profane instruments
strip down & left so bared
what's a flag to innocence,
when juice of apple's compared?
RyanGeoffreyHayward
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RyanGeoffreyHayward  46/M/Australia
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