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Cite brisk writes As feel pokes In small bites As touch yokes Heed the call In brief squeeze Hints of gall In strange breeze Mind the grounds For sure finds That come round To thrill mind Heart knows grief That looks air In sad brief In stern flair Mad grows sad If you meet Maze that's bad In odd street Come to know That sure tact Where thought grows A crisp fact Leon Enriquez 20 September 2019 Singapore

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