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Jan 2016
I gathered the ladders
One after another I strung them together
Planted their base
Like a bed of wooden flowers
And set them up towards the heavens
Till the top pierced
The white billowy clouds
And when I got to the top
The clouds didn’t stop
They went on like
A white winter wasteland
But I never found the place
Where the human race
Settles after they die
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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