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And thus, I write As wordplay cites And here, I map An ooze of sap And then, I craft Script words that graft And sense, I fling A hundred things And now, I chance Upon word trance And thus, I merge Ink stains that surge And why, I think Words anchor links And sketch, I line Emboss words fine And word, I chance In playful glance And where, I find Fond peace of mind Leon Enriquez 03 May 2017 Singapore

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