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Sep 2013
the world
(who shall by nothing easily break)
will eat the seed, my body
and of it forest make

where shall girls
in little nothing
wander

                  lithely


(a tiger amongst
                                )
and foals will
burst their mother's womb
and life will breath
from even dark-set tombs
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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   Vidya, Roseanna H and Makiya
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