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March 2, 2014

Poet's Corner

We spend our days in a box stacked up high in the sky,
then eternity in a box, in the earth we’ll lie.
If these are the irrefutable facts that must be,
then won’t you at least for now come out and play with me?
Run wild in what time there is left, a blink of an eye.

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