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Aug 2013
Where we were then,
Beyond the fields
Beyond the ideals of our parents
And their ceaseless appeals.
Where did we get such strength,
To flaunt our freedom so readily?
An open rebellion of wheat.
We were golden in our abandon,
Escaped from our dark houses.
Robyn Lewis
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Robyn Lewis  Rome
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