I needed some words,
Something to soothe my poor head,
To stop the spinning
roundelay that played each day.
I found poetry.
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Close your critical eye; Listen and use every other faculty. Disregard the illusion of progress, Of individuality parading in succes... -
I t must be Summer 1982, my memory's not great for dates, but I can place it by looking up the facts on Wiki, plus she's wearing s...
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