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Heather OC: Week 16 of 208

F.t.P.

A Golden Shovel after Margaret Atwood


You are not better than I.

Who are you to judge?

       I can & will take you

Down as

We lock horns, teeth. The

World through the trees,

And all you will do


Means nothing by

The end when we are all dying.


From MA
From MA

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