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Nov 2010
Waterfalls cascade, proud in their glory, trampling those below.
Rainbows ephemeral in the evanescent spray, sparkle with false light.
Those below claw at their shine, attack those they would be.
On cliff's peak, the river stares down the barrel of the drudge's gun.
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