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Riot

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A riot is the language of the unheard.
—martin luther king

John Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe,
all whitebluerose below his golden hair,
wrapped richly in right linen and right wool,
almost forgot his Jaguar and Lake Bluff;
almost forgot Grandtully (which is The
Best Thing That Ever Happened To Scotch); almost
forgot the sculpture at the Richard Gray

and Distelheim; the kidney pie at Maxim’s,
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Dr Antony Theodore 14 June 2020

“Don’t let It touch me! the blackness! Lord! ” he whispered to any handy angel in the sky. But, in a thrilling announcement, on It drove and breathed on him: and touched him. great expressions.. tony

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