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His church was a pub its regulars, his disciples. A community of patrons some staunchly miserable others unorthodoxly insightful. At night, the needy took his beer And the connoisseurs, his wine... but his behaviour was instinctive and his wordless signals, kind and for a while I called him, mine ...amp...
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
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His church was a pub its regulars, his disciples. A community of patrons some staunchly miserable others unorthodoxly insightful. At night, the needy took his beer And the connoisseurs, his wine... but his behaviour was instinctive and his wordless signals, kind and for a while I called him, mine ...amp...
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
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