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Rhetorically
she was literally
a literal being of
poetic history a
true muse if ever
there was one be
cause hang on
let the ride
begin but i
was beg
ging like a pig
eon just give
me something
scrape your plate
for scraps even
a bread crumb
then a
camel
stepped
through
the eye of
a needle and
poof
she
gave me
everything
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Jeff Connelly
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