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Feb 2022
three little birds
and not worrying
forget about the tears
on the level
try looking in my eyes
sitting on the dock of the bay
watching the tide roll in
barely makes me stir
it's all been such a whirl
having fun till my final days
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Manx Lykeios Pragna  24
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