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Annie Healy: I have Songs from Maurine, by E.W. Wilcox suede bound; dated 16.8.'16 printed by London & Glasgow Collins, clear-type Press. Beautiful edition with colour plates and black sketch illustrations.
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Vikas Namjoshi : After reading today's poem "upon the sand" I am so enchanted first time. This might be the first comment on your site. Thanks a lot. And please advice me to find her reading material and the respective sites on Internet. Vikas Namjoshi
Su greenwood: Very disappointed not to see - I thought it was called 'the world's need' about cruelty to animals ' all the world needs is to be kind'.

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