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Diaspora

Turn the odd page: Attest to age, Word abrupt rage, Climb on your stage. Not much to say: A brittle take, A touchy play, A foreign make. Too wise to know: Blunt angles show, Not much to grow, A discrete glow. So here you are: A foreign sore, A foreign star, A touchy bore. See what I prize: A feisty price, A taunting vice, Where's mad surprise? Odd agenda: A twist of fate Strange diaspora, A blush too late. Leon Enriquez 01 January 2018 Singapore

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