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Feb 2012
And so with the chameleon's sudden last departure,
Upon a bed of nails he does now rest.
Colours true they all bleed through
His vivid lifelessness.

The battle crying multiplying pilgrims in the sun
Gather 'round the kingdom come,
Work out when the day is done;
Find the time to turn and run.
phocks
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phocks  Brisbane, Australia
(Brisbane, Australia)   
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