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Aug 2015
I hear Linville whisper
as I scout the valley
the winds holler echos
throughout the caverns
of styles long forgotten,
this cave's patterns baffle.
I ride a white stallion
around stalagmite castles
in remembrance of the decor
that time had once fashioned.
Written by
Jabber Alexander  Boone
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