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Aug 2020
Puzzle pieces scattered as I opened the box.
I’ve seen the picture that revels the answer.
But still clueless on how to put them together.
I sent out a request and I was accepted.
But still trying to match the curves and edges.
The lines that defines the patterns.
The way in, Is not through the door.
Then again if the door is the mind.
Suddenly my mind races as being intrigued.
So many pieces scattered I may decline.
I may not be able to solve this mystery.
Aaron L Osgood
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Aaron L Osgood  39/M/New Jersey
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