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This is just to say That I have eaten All the biscuits That we’re in the cupboard Of which I should probably Have saved you At least one Forgive me They were quite nice Even though I Sicked them up after A hungover poem from me to my flatmate after we drank all our alcohol,Continue

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Caribou, confinement, and the coming of spring “It is spring, that is to say that it is approaching THE BEGINNING” Scrolling through Twitter at some god awful hour this morning I saw a green and yellow painting of daffodils. Mottled grey blue of sky and brown thatch of distant trees reminiscent of the arrival ofContinue