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Jan 2013
I wonder how far his shadow crosses
the stop line?
to rev it up a beat
in high Parenthesis,
further than the dirt tracks
towards the flinted road,
indeed to be freer than that.
topaz oreilly
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topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
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   Timothy and Hilda
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