Poems of art,

Poems of art,

 

How many of import to wrote marking art into a word,

The written on old-fashioned typewriter poems by hand’s

At night thought into days becomes combes  in second

This pace poems fineness notebook’s in own In my mind it was someone to like Poems that didn't you

 

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Matthew l d

11/5/2017

 

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