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Chicken soup
White haired and gay in London
with that determination born
of fleeing from Vienna
A Jew breaking up her life
Her echoing flat crammed
Zed-beds put-u-ups and bedding
in every room and corner Waiting
Visitors always Welcome Welcome
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The gas and charnel-house
taking her family future
Remaining bones white-lining paths
Crunching underfoot like sea she...
Saturday 5th December 2015 11:05 pm
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