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Poem 121: Cry

Billions Tears☔


Every time see the way,
Falling billions  tears on window,
Making them say aircraft alway,

Think about call little down,
Leaving all less free,
Good condition did middle know,

Fertilizer get back up me,
Got may blobs be fine,
How husband red to give three;

Read own business letter line,
Breaking and curing  borders,
Until some the next minute twice.




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