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Jul 2012
it was all in the intellect of mankind

always in search of hope

so seldom to find

baring the crown of thorns

without halo but horns

uprisings in every city

gathering in swarms

and i

could feel his eyes on me

but they

they are blind

they

could never really see me.
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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