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Mar 2010
In no way
will I move
just to make
my ends meet

One thousand
of my finest
have flittered
to those with
the filthy gift
of serendipity

Perhaps I should
give it all up
my happiness
and well-being
to be replaced
by hard graft.
Alexander Lloyd Twyman
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