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Thursday, January 06, 2005 Nobody head him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning; i was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning Its a nice poem.
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Reinventing Your Exit
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