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--- G R E G O R Y D J A N I K I A N It's not clear if he bribed an official, or he knew someone, or he knew no one, not the mayor, or the consul, not the soldier who lifted a sword above his head ready to strike, but he ducked, or he played dead, or became invisible, or his neighbor came to save him, said I know him, let no harm come and none came as he ran, as he rode a cart, journeyed by foot to Aleppo or Izmir, to Constantinople where he took a ship, or he swam the Bosporus, made a boat out of reeds, made wings out of feathers and wax he got out, he got out |
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