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Nov 2012
there is a certain brand of peace
I believe can only be found
in the absence of people
and things and sound
but in the land of the loud
this sort of talk breeds distrust
they've forgotten that our father
was a pile of dust
Written by
virgil deckard  american
(american)   
792
   Timothy
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