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Jan 2020
Too late fellow humans,
we know I have been worn thin.

Too late for apologies,
  my blood is thick with gin.

Fly white bird, fly, fly now.

I shall become a writer.
Written by
Thead
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   Colm, Sparrow and Patrick
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