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Feb 2011
I was late,
I missed you,
I waited under the lamp light,
watching my shadow
look up and down the street,
listening,
                 but
                       the
                              barely
                                         audible
                                                        footsteps
                                                  ­                         were yesterday's.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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