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May 3, 2011
The country woke
To a blue pond with
An orange fountain,
The Bloc all but gone
Remnants floating
Round a red raft
Riding low, so very low,
On the edge a
Green wisp smiling,
Smiling, smiling,
In the distance
I heard a Goddess
Softly crying,
In the mist of this
Me wondering
Is there something,
Something I could do.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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