THERE IS A CONCEALED PLACE WHERE I HEAR ME GOD.
IT SURE IS LYING SOMEWHERE ON THE GARDENS’ CHUFF
JUST METERS YONDA OF A ZEBRA LINED ROAD
WHERE, ALONE, I WALK IN NO HASTED HUFF.
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