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Twinkling Parallax

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tin pan

Posted by Prester John Thursday, September 17, 2009 at 1:06 PM

My city has a garden
where wood is sown
and stones are grown

The rain that grows
these flowers are the
tears of mothers,
daughters, and
widowers

 

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