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Friday, 2 April 2010

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A quartered field where four friends stand
Surveying their dissevered land

Each blackened belfry's heart must squeeze
The sun through stained glass jalousies

Benumbed and mindless drones file past
Each unseen commanding mast

The watchers mournfully agree
That movement breeds insanity
Posted by Philip Damian-Grint at 11:58
 
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