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Mine muse's Mother

. She came to me With the bouquet uv Sprouting flowers Fruits glinting glistering screaming with bright I in mine twisted Reached for the florescent the nectarine screaming with bright And fled Mine eccentric Mine my went wild mine flower beams mine nectarine produces fruit Mine literary stops not * "stops not" correct spelling

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