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Feb 2012
The revelations of numbers
Spawn inclusions in the mind
And matters of the heart
Start tapping in time
To the beat of the soul
The rhythm of the whole
The streets of the mystic
Where the wild waves roll
We look to our past
And what the future remains
To be written again
At the top of the page.
(I miss John, and I miss you.)
phocks
Written by
phocks  Brisbane, Australia
(Brisbane, Australia)   
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