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Jun 2
Uncovered consciousness,
truth from time stories stones tell,

great madnesses, raging troops of boys,
whose fathers wandered off

vacat

we wait, we wet the thirsty clay
we wait, we let it dry and become scripture.
so. some days vacat seems         we should slow it all down and look around, look at the tools we use... to speak to any free will interested... in survival
Ken Pepiton
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Ken Pepiton  77/M/Pine Valley CA
(77/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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