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Mar 21
The flash of parakeets in the rain,
in darkest Ealing,
raise heavy souls away
from the drizzle,
up from the road
long enough to gift
a memorable
collision.
Things you see on  Sunday morning
Steve Page
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Steve Page  61/M/London, U.K.
(61/M/London, U.K.)   
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