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When the sun shines  I want to drink wine like a fish climbs a current insurgent, purgent Flowing unknowingly Growing unshowedly. The pines rise and fall to the grime time haphazardly
Is this really it? Nothing more, nothing less?  I have to ask, Is this really it? The rest of our lives with the flick of a switch? Offices, highways, business card masks,
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