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Apr 2013
Don't you know?
The fog turned to snow.

At least we can see where to go
When the lights turn low

Figments of our evolution
In the span of minimal progress
             if any

But I must confess
while I'm fessing up to the rest
and getting it off my chest

it meant nothing

P.S.   I lied
James Lindsay
Written by
James Lindsay  California
(California)   
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