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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.


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