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The Earth Can Breed

One after another-
I fail to fast an egg for another-

one after another...

I ready reasons-
corroding all of the studded,

I claim to be beamed-
compounding my bummers,

shouting to withstand,

or reprimand my shudder,

ending in the rudder,

rotating a lover,

loading of the stowaways hover.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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