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Mar 2015
I see us in technicolour delights,
    jabbing knives into old dictionaries to name strangers' children,
surrounded by foreign fire,
    alone but all at once together,
but borders and rivers cannot change our laughter.
Theodore Bird
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Theodore Bird  London
(London)   
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   Ashley D Escobar
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