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Oct 24
"L"
I thought about this number:

What it means to me.

Strange that we mark it.

There is nothing in life,

So predictable as the clock.

Time still goes one way.

Yet we still are surprised,

Where has the time gone?

The place it's always gone,

Where our eyes are looking.
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Dan Filcek
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Dan Filcek  49/California
(49/California)   
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