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Pictures do not fill th’years,
Sound knots shan’t express 2 tears,
Joy‘n laughther-gone, returned;
Others fears, passed onan learn:
Yearning stiles, churning miles,
Keyslocks lead deceptive wiles
What is woman after all...
Catomouse, o’ bounsin ball?
Lots dawn, skipping yawn
Which wayn~ow...mustdot feel drawn?
(ArtPoem) by "f"
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