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May 2015
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Blood soaked barrels roll down the cragged hills
Gathering speed and flattening all lifeΒ Β 
in their path, until they run into the mouth of the sea.
And though you might hear their desperation  
shrieking madly across the sunburst sky,
do not pay it any mind.  Close your eyes;
and drift away in the thistles of Summer.
C J Baxter
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C J Baxter  The ether
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