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Nov 2015
At five oclock Calnorifian time, they switched off the beacon,
setting the mercury  into descent.
If San Francisco bridge was nye
how many tired and toiling poets would have jumped ?
Instead they muse elsewhere
resurrecting  their craft.
Jaded I can also taste the Whiskey
hum and rattle in places unfamilar
the sufferability no longer artistic;
Friends among us the dearly departed
Antony Glaser
Written by
Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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     ryn, Pradip Chattopadhyay and ---
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