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Jul 2016
Yea, in the vast river of Life withdrawn,
With echoing narrows amidst us thrown,
Circling the endless insipid Beyond,
We mere transient souls sail all alone.
Even the reefs feel the engulfing flow,
And so our boundless ends we must know.
Jamie L Cantore
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Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)   
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