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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Gone is the clear water
that used to flow
in the river below
my window

The trees
across the river
are gone and a desert
has begun it's reign over all

The cool breeze that once soothed
now like fire from the suns
own tongue whistles
thru the valley

they came as the
oceans began to rise
and the rays began to stay

But who would listen
who would try, try
and change it all
before the end?

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