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Copy of a thought Original thought now frames; Copy means a lot To leapfrog sans blame. Words I hurl and swirl In cryptic, mad haste; Poise beyond harsh world Paints a certain paste. I glimpse fond sights here To glue a stray mix; My feelings now steer My dose of self-fix. Copy original Tells of brief ink flow; Word scripts move mental The way ooze now shows. Leon Enriquez 10 April 2016 Singapore

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