August 23, 2008
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Far and away
The trees sway
Speaking soft psalms
Yearning for yesterday

Tight lips terse
Short words worse
While the whisper wind blows
That silent curse

Fall in mute
Stay in suit
Raise not a timid protest
And voice no flute

But shoulder your pack
And forget what you lack.

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