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Oct 2012
She sang hymns of praise,
appearing distant,
for which marvel she did not know
a Rowan or Wren
virtues of fortitude  in an unsteady World.
Her eyes worn
had fallen upon this empty shell.
What seed corn do we grapple
a hoarse breath
and in her very own Garden of Eden.
topaz oreilly
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topaz oreilly  england
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