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Jul 2014
This sacred ground I now do leave
& what a shame 'tis me,
but just the same,
without a sound,
I have stocked my coffers full
with items of great worth,
these things are created
by human hands,
the best in all the land.

With six bars of the
finest handmade soaps,
from mint to patchouli to lavender,
I'm gonna be the cleanest guy around
& none is on a rope.

And the sweet hand-mixed honeys,
Galleyberry & Sourwood so golden,
are surely going to hit the spot,
keep my allergies at bay,
as in the days of olden.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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