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						Adults 
 Author:
						
						John Michaelson
 
 Title:
						Today
 
 
 Approaching Plymouth city centre,can’t see the wind
 but you can damn well feel it.
 Nothing to slow it down between here and St Petersburg.
 Forces tears from the eyes.
 Litter flies, lips gone dry, and you’d surely die
 if you dared to stay around too long.
 
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