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Jun 2010
Into fair maiden stone walls this tale is woven.
Just down past a landmark that together they'd passed a thousand times.
Here now, for the first time in twelve warm seasons he passed it alone.

Continuing and projecting forward he raced against his own fading star.
Seeking a style of justice that may not even exist.

While inwardly imploding large fractions at a time.
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Absent Minded
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