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his arm shakily slung round the chimney
as if holding onto a brick house wife...
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watch/
the second hand sweep
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Like the swift night-black blue of a cormorant as it suddenly dips into a rush of white cold water,eyeing its possible food, we too sweepdown on what we think we see, rising wet sometimes with the reward,or hapless, dripping, we try again.
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