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By B.K. Date: 2004 Mar 28 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.28.20.41.29738]] |
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It's a left turn night The shadows write The wagging of the tale Seems all in what you choose It's your own bruising Of no one to come home to But then once you Get your sense of high flying Balance crashing ground You're just happy To still be standing Lonely maybe But at least smiling On your own solid mound (c)bk |