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The tiles stay the same A grid to measure how little was done The traffic of routine Allows at least a little Fading in the grout Still there are tiles Untouched in the small spaces of habit How can there be So much unexplored In a schedule unchanged For thirty years
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
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The tiles stay the same A grid to measure how little was done The traffic of routine Allows at least a little Fading in the grout Still there are tiles Untouched in the small spaces of habit How can there be So much unexplored In a schedule unchanged For thirty years
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
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