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Mar 2016
I am dinning with collectors.
The table is marble white.
In the past scholars wiled away their time here.
Yet I have no money
only my clothes and  soul.
Why am I pushed through the door  marked religion ?
Are they ungalant seekers too!
There is a 30 year war in progress
Do the priests want by brass belt
to make a musket?
Must I fight the good fight?
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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   Cecil Miller
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