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Coral Carter
Surely we are all mad people, and they "whom we think are, are not" The Revengers Tragedy
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Grey Nomads
He navigates
a fast escape
from aged homes
open mouthed drool
Slumped asleep
front seat
glasshoused heat
she dreams of everlastings
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