Everyone, but say only
This poor thing
Would be remiss
And second classy
Please send some
Of that heat
Our way
Climb that tree
To eat the argan fruit
Crows, strongly
In mind
Blacken up
A white and
Stuffy drift
Were it
No one
But me
Who came
From two
I’d bet on
Staying whether
Tom McGlynn
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