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Jul 2018
Dogs on cobbled hobs
warmed by early Sun,
their owners folded into news
of things in flux and things to come.

In sleepy hope the town awakes
its people’s heart beats anew,
though leaving slow my own does break
to be just passing through.
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Wolfgar
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Wolfgar  56/M/England
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