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Aug 2015
I'm at the forge again today
heating beating hammering away.
But words don't come without cliché
so I must let them run and play.

Playtime's hard upon the desk
these walls are hardly picturesque
the shape is wrought the work annealing
a product of poetic feeling.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
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