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Nov 2012
Ye of fairest width, why sleep when the sky is bright?
There is a single star in the sky.
Wake up, stay alert, it is your rite.

The World is dimming, dull to the eye.
There is rules to abide.
Rules we need to abide by.

Pick a side.
There is light and there is darkness.
Whomever to ride?

The dirt thirsts for brightness.
I will not give it, without the price.
The dirt stays in starkness.

I sow it out to the dirt thrice.
But they will not grow abit.
Written by
mj cusson  London ON
(London ON)   
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