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19.xi.23
no
other wisdom but I must make
and bear the book about with me
to trick the bandicoots away
scribble caution to the wind
a little like that slamming
voice for danger I’ve heard
watched over
but cannot know
snout in mess
even leaning a little towards
ink what why
who do you think you are?
not even a day for us to know but
sure and certain
there’s the dinning in
what cannot be believed but must
how else (?) for fond refrain
those who wish death
are just people
people of the book
you me
here gone
and how?
time in the same shirt
worry up why
no other wisdom but I must make it
you must have read it here
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