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Thursday, November 17, 2005


   a poem:
Notes like glass,
drifting thru the dancing sky.
like dancing thru quicksand,
this world of falling leaves.
laughter peels like golden bells
shattering this empty mind,
opening that locked door,
even when you've lost the key.

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