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Jul 2010
I've been told
to walk soflty and
carry a large stick,
so i tread among the silent,
blurting out
with a piece of asphalt
in my hands.

I like to keep them guessing.
Copyright Nygil McCune, 2010
Written by
Nygil McCune
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