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Jan 2021
Peach lingers as sunlight falls
  and behind, has even painted
      grey clouds happier
        and I try to inhale seven,
                                exhale eleven,
      but the frantic black-wire
                        gut-froth won’t tire
                     today
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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