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Oct 2010
Blood and desert, sand and stone
Making more of time alone.
Wasted memory is death unplugged
I am nothing but on the rug.
I hate life when I am just a myth,
If I squint I almost see it.
Jack and Jill cannot climb that hill
If neither has legs, and there's no pail.
10-26-2010
                / edited 10-30-2010.
Written by
karen hoose
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