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Jul 2011
The weathered callous carries experience,

eyes sunk into the head trying to keep all they have seen.

The ears wither. The mouth blooms

an aperture to the cerebral treasure.

Time speeds on and the body responds

two steps now take the place of one;

this is not the body shutting down,

but the soul enjoying its time left here.
Cincinnatus C
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Cincinnatus C
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   --- and Elephants and Coyotes
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