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Even though it yields underfoot and your uppers get wet 74 Evening comes and the lilies fade 74 Every time you see him John’s fringe has grown shorter 73

Fed back to the dot

Five quarters duck lofty club-bar rubbish

Flame rather than firelight

Formerly the pure element

From the river bank she saw the fields

From there across to there as though

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164

171

193

170

Getting started is always hardest of all

Go little fox, outrun these patient

Goodbye Goodbye

Heaven is drawn down on to earth

Here I always think of the sea

How long has it taken for this blur

How long these buds take

How we left

I look out from

I used to look at the moon, sweetheart, when you

I want to write this poem while I still can

I was tired and lass-

If we took each other in hand

In Scotland, although it is like a banana

It blows out air, with a

It must have rained all day

It really is Looe this time

It’s dark off the pier. Here

Just because all this has gone on

Just out of focus

– know each other yet

Last night I dreamt I could

Let us not take our sweetest dreams

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93

59

14

30

15

36

53

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66

91

90

78

89

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20

90

52

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