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Thursday, 8 November 2018

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The wind rises
As thoughts of thighs settle
The wonder of the prizes
With luck I’ll be on my mettle

The wind rises
Storms return to the east
The hangover of lust despises
Torments of the panting beast

The wind rises
As also does the sap
The mid-life crisis curiously assizes
That now we are on the final lap


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