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Swept
Sweep these winds. Blow away, Chaff, leaving only need, So that we may feed again, Unspoken this growing greed. Morsels eaten quietly, When only two shall share, Swept away this swirled sky, This wind that feeds the air. Raine Les 9/3/2009 |
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Yeah !!!
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Wonderful...
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