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Oct 2011
go to the market
see what a quarter will buy
with no time to suffer
no time to cry
you have to imagine
just how a future will
taste
a little bitter, delicate and
fine, something
beautiful and true
on the night wind
blowing stars through
vast darkness
clean, across the sky
not the whole world,
just a small piece for you
John Mahoney
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John Mahoney
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