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Apr 2015
from dust we came and to dust we shall return
dust is no weekend trip or a pleasant outing
it is your make-up, it is your fiber
it's not for the wealthy to take a trip there
you bathe in it every day and roll in it
you forget, though, what you were made for. We all do.
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