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Dec 2010
The sun pouts,
The carpet shines,
The one that doubts
is left behind.
The one that shouts
is pushed ahead,
Left alone, cold in the head.
Cold in the bone,
Cold in the blood,
Small on the throne,
Dry in the flood.


January 2010
Written by
ERHD Rowes
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