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Aug 2016
A hidden corner's shadowy cast,
a trapped reliquary,
unfashionables crafted in the past,
pending rebirth.

Banished by media teacher gurus,
punished for flouting current taste lore,
distressed, wasted, awaiting expert pleasure.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
484
   --- and Andrew Name
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