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The Poetry of Dennis Cooley / 5 in his tangerine skin we buried him in mint condition on his eyes two georges they shone like hens eyes he inhaled the dark hhhhgg hhggg engorged it like a badger breathing for blood when we shovelled him in christ he was a gorgeous man the eyes were breathing & shining blood ...

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