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Its fibres stood so tall and proud
and bent with winds, that blew around
but to the mill, by the exe man's hulk,
and rendered into mushy pulp.
A metamorphosis to captivate,
of wings and body, folded shape.
propelled by fingers, levitate
Its fibres stood so tall and proud
and bent with winds, that blew around
but to the mill, by the exe man's hulk,
and rendered into mushy pulp.
A metamorphosis to captivate,
of wings and body, folded shape.
propelled by fingers, levitate
Published 28th May 2021
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