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Oct 2011
In the sandbox in which we all play
And the wind blows as it does every day
Shifting all the grains
Shifting under the strains
All these castles made of sand
Simply can not stand
The tides will swallow them into the sea
What is can never eternally be
They all rise and fall
With the breath of the universe that defines us all.
Patrick McCombs
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