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Wild serpent rides through the miscellaneous
feeds the roaming rouge, guarding his tone.
Driven by incantations of flow's intent
the observer recollects all that is precious.
Soaring through the entire all there is
he embraces time's irrevocable outcome.
Speed is lethal to inspiration.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-01-31 at 20:35
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