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Aug 2012
Somehow I have ended up-
On the island of the snow

When the light hits we-
Will watch the bodied waters grow

Some have come to sing the aid of cosmic egg you surely must have known
Busy, empty, queen bee gave us nectar harvest words a choice to go
Paul Rousseau
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