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Mar 2012
Weave a dimension, spun with words,
with sound in time and lights in herds.
watch the hawk enveloping,
with shadows a squirrel that strides.
And as the plot is developing,
the squirrel scurries away and hides.
Written by
Akoumman Mahn
667
   Andrew Chau and Ishita Bhatia
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