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Oct 2013
He died in a shell of
his own making,
no runaway excuses or
afforded sorrow, to wash
his depleted crown or
balm his hand.
Sackcloth and ashes
paraded;
despatch due his rainy Sunday.
jo spencer
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jo spencer  Greenwich time zone
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   Antony Glaser
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