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Sep 2013
Did they not see it
last night? Or did
I dream up that
dim-red sight?

And the bright old
sun that roused my
soul? Rising alone,
had no friend but me;

So let's be honest
for now, and ask:
How exciting could
my company be?
Greg Fullard
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