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My name is Riga,
I have no flame,
it is a trigger,
of new found fame,
it is like bees,
it is like ants,
it is water,
it is no lint --
on clothes.
It's smooth bottoms on shoes-
of new noses smelling air --
so free of fart,
so within the art
of knowing black charcoal,
scribbled upon my heart,
talk to Riga.
That's the spot!

- - written by Kathleen's Korner Poetry

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