Stubbornly this mostly ignored poet of the eco-apocalypse contrives to save his work for whoever manages to survive in a future society, making sure he signed it before locked in a trunk, though often haunted by the real possibility however well he may secure his collection if planet Earth dies nobody will be alive to find it. |
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