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292 'Trams and dusty trees.
293 Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
294 Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
295 Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.'
296 'My feet are at Moorgate and my heart
297 Under my feet. After the event
298 He wept. He promised "a new start."
299 I made no comment. What should I resent?'
300 'On Margate Sands.
301 I can connect
302 Nothing with nothing.
303 The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
304 My people humble people who expect
305 Nothing.'
306 la la
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