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The Cliche

The church
The trains stopped
Feel no longer the wind.

There are better lances built.
Thesis can now be partial, partitioned.
Silence even's as various as strophe.

But you just love it there do you. Do you.

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Posted by Richard J.A. on Wednesday, October 11, 2006 at 6:52:00 PM |

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