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                                                     He never smoked

                                                     but on the day

                   that smoking died

                   (july 1^st 2007 in London)

                   he bought Sobranies

                   and a velvet jacket

                   and lit his first-

                   found soul mates

                   on streets

                   and city corners

                   loquacious libertines-

                   life was suddenly

                   unshackled

                   unmistakeable

                   and kind.

                                                     Liz Callingham

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