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Aug 2024
Batman has a market stall.
His histories and alter-egos,
shuffled and set out in brown
boxes pressed out of pulp.

Priced up according to age
and condition, there is rarely
a day when he doesn’t reflect
upon his fortune. Not one day

when he does not wonder who he was.


Tony Noon
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