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A B Faniki Jul 2019
There was once a rich youth who was a chief
officer, he squander his dough on drugs for cough
the chief now is not fine
the virus in him is immune
which made his handkerchief always filled with cough
L© A B  Faniki 7/21/2019 limerick for my book banal Tells . This one is about drugabuse
Paul Jones Jun 2017
Near the alcoves of      a secret garden
you'll find me lost in      the maze of my mind.
13:30 - 12/06/17
State of mind: calm; serene; peaceful.

Thoughts: from experience - of being in an alcove of a secret garden, lost in the maze of my mind.

Questions: none.

Edited: 10:20 - 13/06/17
Original Post:
Near the alcoves of      a secret garden
you'll find me lost in      the maze of my mind.

Edited: 10:20 - 28/10/17
Original dyad reinstated.
Edited version:
You'll find me in the     alcoves, the cradle
of secret gardens,      lost in my minds maze.

(A coincidence I noticed afterwards, that the time of both edits is exactly the same.)

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