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Spelunking yet again in youthanasia one finds tidbits of what was, yelling and canting and decanting. All manner of glimpses and complaints and loves filled into and fallen out of. Poetry, yes, but with the emphasis on try. Lilting wannabe snippets of doggerel which leave the dog yearning instead for cat?
