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Julie Hogg - The ground beneath my feet
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The ground beneath my feet
Julie Hogg
where I found third position,
for the first time, linguistics,
rhymed, ran home in the dark.
Talk to me about our Marsh,
Hepworth herons, yellow
rattle, ore, mandarin ducks.
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