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A drink of gold merrilyA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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The belief in a wreathA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Accompanying the windA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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The show must go onA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Exercising a thoughtA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Poetry is not a crimeA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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An open and shut caseA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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The far sideA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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The vaporisation of all creations crematedA Poem by andrew mitchellMad cap fun |
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To be sure to be sureA Poem by andrew mitchell |
