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Oct 29
Her wooden spoon was her own shame
and conspiracies became crimes,
So many like the word Hurricane
is the moon or sun to blame.
When a child's curiosity wonders,
what lies after the beating spoon,
in a room if imaginary cocoons.,
the Angels and the air breathes of dew
RyanGeoffreyHayward
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RyanGeoffreyHayward  46/M/Australia
(46/M/Australia)   
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   Immortality
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