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The September seaside should be warm and inviting not angrily wind-swept
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Christmas was over, a happier Christmas than we had expected
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Morning’s lights came,
lazily putting both legs
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If the oceans are so deep
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Seven dictionaries look accusingly
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Pigments percolate
with no harsh edges
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I long to feel his breath,
bathing my lips in warmth,
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"Paid by my lord, one portrait, Lady Anne,
full length with bird and landscape,
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The heat bounces off the wall
like a game of handball
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The heat bouncing of the wall
like a game of handball
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the air hangs heavy
clinging like a wet shroud
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Never catch me in the army
I would never fight for taxed slavery…
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If I could undo anything
It would be whatever broke
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