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Sep 2018
These are the things I remember, well
The raising clouds over the smokey hill
into the Natal Moon
where the Boer sharp shooter
plies his  *** shot luck at us,
Rooi Necks  over the ridge
and we drink in mirth
surviving another capricious  Summer
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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