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Apr 2022
Thought I understood the world
where's there's a message buried in there somewhere,
carried by a higher ideal.
Endless days of waiting,
Eastern nights bedevils his schemes,
bright lights cannot identify the griever,
running faster I am another searcher
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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