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Apr 2012
thrity minutes passed like a blind man's blinking
too solid a sleep to dream what i was thinking
when i lead down took ten aseconds to sink back into sleep
when i woke, new sleep had taken thrity minutes, in a blink
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
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