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Dec 2012
It is not a call to arms.
It was not meant to be bellowed as that of a battle cry.
The first of thousands.
It was not an arrow.
Strung tight,
released,
seeking to damage.
It was not this.
Is it knowledge on the upper shelf that only those who put it there can reach?
Because a turtle,
who used to be a girl,
would like to know.
M W
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M W  A desert
(A desert)   
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   barbara baum and ---
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