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Jan 2011
Standing here with no chair
contemplating the air
I breathe dark hues
I smell burn... I see him back there.

A circus dance,
so many rings and shapes,
I see them there...
quality measured in minutes and dollars.

Never saw the world before...
bleak and full of promise
an elusive ***** on the phone!
Legs are glued to this floor.
http://www.robross.ca
Robert McKinlay
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Robert McKinlay  Vancouver
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