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Harry
Harry and Morris were together all those twenty years
Theirs was not the Oxford of dreaming spires;
not screaming tyres,
but purring, perfect, permanence.
And then,
and then.......
The legacy of.....
Countless years of........
Stirring and striking,
destructive infighting;
poor Morris died.
No nightmares for the spires,
just Harry pined
No more would his hands
caress t...
Thursday 10th December 2009 7:44 am
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