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Dec 2014
that sad sounded lady
with open mouth
espys the edge of gloom,
like a whales calling
the tide compresses
as an unvaliantΒ chain,
the machination of cause
will not whisper sweet serande
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
578
     ---, --- and South by Southwest
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