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Jul 2011
Help me cross my poorest borders. Now
The dry white clay and sickly tufts
Of many grasses seen through dust,
As we are very soon
To know,
Are ending.

Here.  This one will do
As well as any.
c Jeremy Ducane 2011
Jeremy Ducane
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