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A poem is presented.
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Sweet Nothing
Built or torn away?
All I know is noiseof wood and workmenwoke me this morningand for an hour or moreI've drowsed betweenmy body and next doorwhere a ladder scrapesacross the pavement,tools clatter and whine,tick, tick as someone climbs.Time to get up.Time to sit downand try once more to work.Time for Rebecca, the artrestorer fr...See the full content of this document
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