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Feb 2022
In a road with endless rows
Where do I begin
Forever waiting
I talk with words I have invented
The Suns yellow light
and the God of the night
will retreat
The laid bellow aplomb doesn't absorb
and this raging tempest
my consciousness revived
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
212
     ---, Traveler and South by Southwest
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