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Jan 2013
Seven sins cyclically
Cycling sinister
Signs in the night sky
They look all identical

Death sits at my door
With sharp scythes so silver full
I wait in my bed
With sighs for a miracle

Happened so quickly
Brush fired basilica
Falling like leaves in the
Autumn breeze coup d'etat
Michael CJ
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Michael CJ
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   David Saunders
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