Wednesday, 5 January 2022
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Colonel was a fawn Great Dane, docile but loud of bark. He was also as tall as a man when standing on his hind legs. He lived at the Duke of...
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I need two strong hands to shape a poem, Shifting boulders of sound from rock face To flat ground. I need two stron...
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Late summer morning glory, Sunlight saturating moist northern air So that I seem to peer through a billion tiny mirrors As I look towards yo...
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