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Oct 2011
We float just above all the Barelees.
I wish you were ready to sing.
The Barrens are rising to meet me,
And I feel the fatigue in my wing.

And the Evers might never be friendly.
And my knowledge may continue in Chaste.
I might drop from the sky, though step lively,
Knowing my expressives for you are no waste.
Keith Ren
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