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Oct 2021
it's that retired boarding school feeling
(although manners still make the man),
forgoing the prestige of privilege
except I left it when I was 11,
there's was no eleven plus taken,
no corrective carpe diem moment gainned,
just your direct entry secondary modern
aΒ Β carpet of the day job lot
like bottled water expired.
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Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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