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May 2018
XXIII
Like the beating of a broken drum
Pulsing gently, gently throbbing
Quiet cold, the ache grows dimmer
Wind grows warm as in summer
Not done but I can’t think of anything else to write.
Written by
EMD
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     Rick the shoe shine boy, Surbhi Dadhich and Keith Wilson
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