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the plum days
as a child I’d sit in the library
next door to the park reading Wodehouse,
when I should have been at school
scared me frankly they asked too much
of me, what was this divided by that,
cross country running, swimming,
do you want a fight, why, what’s the point out
trafalgar upon a map
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