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Aug 2017
Itchy
but this won’t always happen,
it’s just your time right now,
in a few months you’ll be gone,
no tiny fangs in the cold,
small gnashing lost to season;
as it is you bite
in summer’s sunlight.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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