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Jun 2017
Autumn is the priest of pride.
Her shadows lifts a gentle fragrance
that farmhands duly celebrate.
The coffin makers drink a sweet nectar
that lifts their souls.
The milkmaid idolises memories of her first  love.
August is this flame
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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