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August Trim to Winter Hands!
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The Sorrow for Tomorrow's lose as the evil to Novembers tidy Ends
The Idiots Hang perplexed while squeaky negatives hung with Sleazy
Positivity endures…the Masters Normal escaping a false heavy Ends
The Amazed of Assembly's ungroomed pinned grossly the enduring
Burning ground begs of their releasing their grip perverse to Lips of
Holy word Ghosted left standing as Mountains encourage rise away
Yet still past the shearing the trimmed stand waiting tethered by the
Ignorance of the guiding hand to explain or exclaim the docking proper
of tails they huddle clutching Baa's that reveal Bad is upon Fall soon Be.
By Mictopyci Michael Pinger Yaw 8/6/21
"Heaven waits for the Master of the Tails end and Heaven above begins!"
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