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Sep 2010
doesn't appear to be
functioning on a
normal level
think only on that
which becomes
your center
the grandfather clock
is chiming on the hour
at the end of the day
what do you mean
the end of the day
let alone what happened
during the course
of the day
these are the secrets
everybody has
actually they
can't be secrets
everybody is obsessed
with something
come hell or high tide
there is little
else in between.~~lorilynn

copyright*lorilynn 2010
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