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Mar 2011
When did I stop looking for music
which would shatter my world view
colour the lines afresh
reach spiderstyle from dream to daylight
clatter from the heavens, incomprehensibly fresh

and start settling, instead,
for anything
which doesn't actively **** me off?
Alan McClure
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   Erin Lewis and Rosalie Walker
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