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Dec 2015
I could singe your whiskers
laugh aloud at your corderoys,
remove  your landed title
and send you to live in a tent
at the edge of  the woods
I've always wanted a hermit
in the vicinity of the folly.
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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