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Aug 2010
Did you see me turning madskips?
Did you see me throwing tools?
Did you wash away the ever,
With the haunted feckless fools?

Will you meet the prizes gutted,
On the ferry deemed Toulouse?
Please just leave me skinless, wreckshift,
On the raft of aimless muse.
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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   Ethyl R Poole
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