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Jan 2020
Back and forth flickered his net
with a shimmer, and whirring stems
stirring and whispering in the haze.
But little did the lepidopterist know
there were lions in the long grass;
lithe numbers, labeled days.
Written by
Thomas Wood  29/M/London
(29/M/London)   
151
     ---, ---, Juneau and Carlo C Gomez
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