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Jan 2015
The night seems much colder constrained in conceit
well ... perhaps just a little
perhaps

Conceivably
as one awakens within an echo
recollection
reverberberates throughout a constant disorder
well ... perchance just a little
perchance

Possibly
a cascading aural inevitability pervades constructive subconscious
and invades confidant tranquility
with some possibility of being the case

Perhaps
If one eliminates all the impossibilities
whatever remains
however improbable
could quite conceivably
lead
to the verbalization...

Who ****** Cares
~~~
Rex Allen McCoy
Written by
Rex Allen McCoy  Canada
(Canada)   
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