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Plats du Chef Journal (1)
Yonge Street Who Could Count Long How
to Mr. Yonge who lost a piece copied license that i picked up
Saw your soul left in the lunch room lonely,
Picked up a piece special information;
Your eyes i had looked your heart sincerely,
Read your eyes and your concatenation.
We had been linked up by copied paper,
Leaving mystery gave our successors;
We raised frindship with our hands forever,
Sewing and mending with cultured scissors.
You did not hesitate to mention it,
A story you chose that did not forget;
Bring my desire with your flying winglet,
There were our future here that you could get.
O boy! you told me you born in this place,
O boy! i boasted about your kind face.
June, 6, 2010, Hormish Garden of Toronto 7: 30 to 9: 30 pm
Revised June 11,2010 7: 00 to 8: 30am
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