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May 2012
I hope your vision is designed
by the wisdom of silence.
May your eyes see past
things now behind us.
there is a path
that sets us free
defying all cartography
it isn't the gold that makes the crown...
the heaviest head
looks squarely down
Written by
C L Peterson
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