Grief

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I trapezed midst the curry wood, let my 'hibitions
fly
Nimble, boisterous, I vaulted tween the curry boughs, twas none present to report but I

Blythe among the curry wood, aerial circus did prevail
As must quit the curry wood, memories I put to sail

Once again cursed streets, my game leg, more of clown
Longing for the curry wood, wherest my prowess didst abound

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