October 20, 2008
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All that will disappear
Before we're ready,
Now has a destination in sight.
Those besieged
Now bring forth some semblence of
Huge umbrellas in the shade,
Hide the burden
With which they strain.
There will be time
To do the undone.
Caress the profound as they
Slip through your hands.
Kick your way through the sea,
As you roam the forest edge.

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