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Tom Allport
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An unfilled quest
Forever illusive
Then as if by magic
There it was
The Holy Grail
Right there
Within my grasp
I reached out
To touch it
With frost bitten fingers
It's magic surged
Through my hands
My soul lit up
My cup runneth over.
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