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Mar 2012
There’s a hole in my head where the thoughts come out, and
On occasion it appears to take the form of a mouth, yet
Predominately speaking while the Earths water is leaking
I’ve tried to find the way to stop the whole sky from falling down

I’m setting fire to the soil, allowing the desert to bloom
I’m setting orange cones and speed bumps to stop the tide from cutting loose
I’m setting stone to the classroom to splice the air from out the sculptor
I set the standards to the line of “Thou shalt not doubt her”
Paul Rousseau
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   Paul Hardwick
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