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Day: Aug 20, 2012

Posted on Aug 20, 2012Aug 19, 2012 in Ballad Monger

Hurried execution.

It’s incredible,

how much one can get done in

a frenetic pace.

 

I appreciate

now all these swollen rivers;

they move so much silt.

 

No stone got rounded

in the deep lifeless ocean.

Live like a river.

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