October 30th 2022
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"I saw the the narrow hedge of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the shelterbelt.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the shelterbelt,
Gently it goes - the minute, the little, the wide.
I saw the the upright stem of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the bole.
Never forget the virtuous and perpendicular bole.
The cunning serpent sings like a snake
Now dodgy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the serpent is slick."
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