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Jan 2011
Dear Sorrows,
You are the sculptor of my deepest caverns.
My caves and subterranean passages
were hollowed by the drainage of your tears.
Were it not for you
I would be a solid unyielding block.
Sweet, sweet Sorrows,
through your good offices
I am tuned and resonant.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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