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Oct 2014
His mustache twitches,
His monocle gleams,
With the tap of his cane
It's Silent.

His pea-coat is ironed,
His buttons shined,
With a wave of his hand
It's Silent.

His expression falls,
His slacks wrinkling,
With a hands to his chest
He's Silent.
Duplicate Virus
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Duplicate Virus  Michigan
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   Afrodita Nestor
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