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Hobbled hob-nobs hobbling on home…
It lives. Lake water lapping along low strides longing for an estranged sea, a tear-soaked mother turned face away from desperate plea…
These notes out of key. Who knew middle c could be Such a mystery? Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Stumbling through summer morning with some heavy bumble…
Tick tock, tick tock sounding…
Wouldn’t you like it all to rhyme…
What an old house it was!
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