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ZOO Jan 2017
What If
       inside each single mouth,
there lived a wee little person
and if, on that person's back,
he strew dote a golden lock.
     lay blew pan's pan into a mystery,
we did wander and trust
fully abandoned
then, sighed to March
the days of Yor majesty.
sleep tight you kings and queens

— The End —