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Oct 2012
I dreamt
of becoming
an oarsman
on the
rowing team
fervently
pumping my
arms to
the cadence call
as the craft
chased the
twilight
moon
under sequential
bridges
but woke up
remembering
my buoyancy
is like unto
a large
rock
Bruce Mackintosh
Written by
Bruce Mackintosh  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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