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Christopher Apr 2014
What did God say upon his arrival home?
Nothing
A ghost in the Wind
Travel far and see the open land
You're never far from love
This is a rough draft, my first poem, don't judge too harshly
Christopher Nov 2014
Roastful digits
Although few and by means necessary
Each chuckle performs
Through red mist
This is sort of a free flow process.

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