Chowder
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Shay play chowder me, a miracle of motion still a movin’
Just a waste masks the Master of all design
Walk we upright in the deficit of night
Depth of darkness not repeated in the generations of beings
Bent a willing root dimension three
Welcome gnashing, it’s only me
Pass me by again today, no message to receive
Partition-on my friend to survive sureality
Copyright © Fred Jagenberg | Year Posted 2019
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