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Jun 2019
The world is too much with us; the gloom

Reported on bbc of record showers,

Earthquakes following hurricanes; Our

Society points to running taps, loom

Through darkness under light of moon:

How Proteus would correct these efforts,

But he eludes and so their

Animals are caught, boon

For a Big Mac, a chicken curry

Or rack of ribs torn

Flesh from a bone that, saved, would breathe

Life back into a still born

World; reports continue and impending fear

Has not aroused the old man or even Triton’s wreathΓ¨d horn.
Cian Kennedy
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Cian Kennedy  27/M/London
(27/M/London)   
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