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Sep 29
leeward of a lean-to hill
iambic cadence thrill
amber flecked lemonade
morsels don pleated frill
bring on tend’rest brocade
while at windward dale
wizened cheeks go pale
Why do we always mess with the postman?!
renseksderf
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     Jeremy Betts, Jamesb and guy scutellaro
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