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Jul 28
no,
no,i never got over the
expulsion of trotsky from
the cp..

but the first day on the beach
(a sparkly memory)
i woke and a large

praying mantis was on
my face-jeez..
in the morning sun

the morning wine..
when i was young
i was in that blue sea..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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