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My Very Dearest of Coincidences

                                                                   
                                                                   can you by any chance explain
                                                                                   to me why,
                                                                 there is such a newness, to each
                                                                                 of our days ..
                                                                 and also, why no two, ever feel
                                                                           or taste the same ..
                                                              might it by some chance be love
                                                                          my love, or indeed,
                                                            simply a series of perfect, exquisite
                                                                     and subtle, coincidences ..

 

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Rory McGinlay

I'll give it a go, we are newly ourselves come the breaking of day? 

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Neville

Some of we maybe, but perhaps not all of you .. Neville

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Rory McGinlay

I'll testify to that, not this fella. I love me spilt milk!

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Marion

I second everything and all of it and want some of the dope you all seem to be smoking this morning...church is done so its fine now. You have a grand way with words Nev but I believe I've told you that before X

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