these are the timesdirty beloved
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29.7.04

four hundred and seventeen
Potter's Field

...now, as only the wind

four hundred annresembles our breath
now, as only waves

four hundred annlap like tongues, our
only reach that of thirsty

four hundred anngreen trees...


Mark Irwin
Verse Daily
Jun.00.04

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