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Mar 2012
Upon the hillside,
is the low side,
of this world we know.

We're all in danger,
but something stranger,
than we choose to show.
Comes along and wipes it clean,
was more than had been seen.

To us it's clear,
and others it's fear,
that comes before our eyes.
Nicole Williamson
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