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Tragic night in Sixty-Eight.
Praise to my mother’s Underwood.
Grieving fingers would not abate,
creating a thesis for Masterhood,
while cities burned with hate.
Picture # 2
7/14/2024
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2024
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