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https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/kings-cross-an-inner-city-area-of-london-in-the-1950s-1.jpg Zebra mussel on an august window is nice to rub on cheeks and forehead. Manifestations are the plums of my mellow. I pick fruits and flowers…
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Dear December The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you. A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered. Dear Johnnie, please come home to… Continue reading
