Clam jacket.

 

Clam jacket.
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Radio From Hell (March 21, 2006)

 

Kerry Jackson

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Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath,
The clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden death;
Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare,
They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

 

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