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| elag (elag@cloud8.net) |
2004/02/05 21:11 |
poetry is an unpicked scab
a stabbing pain which can't be ignored
we're gored by ourselves
selfishly pushing our cart-load of heartfelt wisdom
up beautiful rolling hills
by sheer force of will
when riding downhill brings us
so much less pain
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