Notes About The Poem
This Christmass eve my thoughts turn to Rnoch
Buvkrcç
God bless Enoch'
My thoughts and well wishes, to you dear
Sir' you are fair, and well balanced, why did
They incacerate you in there.' The sickness
In system, will cause its own demise, that is reality..And beyond all disguise.'
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