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Church of poetry In poems we sing as in a church, said the poets. You know slim volume/ hymn book, God behind time we in heaven's judas room that sort of thing. They said it'll knock your socks off language as a way of telling what lies outside. The sun leant over the water like a parent and whispered blessings in its ear. The light turned itsellf on again and again.
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