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Feb 2012
How soon you may find yourself
wandering down the road through
tree and wood, and grass and butterfly,
and rays of dripping sunlight,
and fresh air,
tho' expect not that it may carry on forever,
for this road is unexplored before,
many have tried, but it is e'er changing
and soon enough the cooler air,
and the damper ground, and the
air is toxic, and full of ash, and smoke,
caused by deception and lies.
This is life, you are smothered, and
then able to breathe.
Anderson Ritchie
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