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6d
The first one wrote the second's tune,
it built this place, it picked the room.

The second knelt, all faith and flame,
and whispered back the first one's name.

The third just laughed, unlaced its tie,
walked past them both, did not say why,

unlocked the door and left it wide.
William A Gibson
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William A Gibson  M/Cambria CA
(M/Cambria CA)   
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