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Nov 2013
I gaze into the sun
and somehow it doesn't hurt the eyes.

I soon am the sun
drying out the grass
and the people dry up too.

I gaze into the sun
and it fascinates me the
turning colours in the circle
of fire.
prose
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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