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Dec 2009
Time ticks on, stealing the moonlight...
But the delinquentcy is of no surprise...

To the miserly and old.
Those bannished to the cold...
And ****** to the flame...
Have earned their name...
As the keepers of time in the great hall of fame.

These creatures are kind and really quite tame...
They worship the water...
And all that's embodied in the belly of truth.

Faithfully.
Rightously.

The keepers of the night...
When the moon rises whole and shines its bright light.
Matt Jursin
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Matt Jursin  37/M/Colorado
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