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| under milk wood on the radio when he should have been asleep i remember mrs ogmore-pritchard & her hatred of visible hidden & innocent dirt i remember someone drowned in a green deep welsh sea i remember the reverend eli jenkins mr & mrs organ-morgan and the neighbours' litany of gossip yes & the night against the window & a candle reflected a candle reflected & my father's face 1959 approximately & i remember the radio faded blue covered wooden frame & bakelite & a battery filled with acid & wires yes the radio that worked better when it rained |
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