An accord a thousand years wide
How green the grass on the other side.
A branch of hope two meters thin
That makes you weep within your skin.
A million days of gasping air
A fine-toothed flippant perfect pair.
Don't fear, my child, we've reached the shore
It matters not what was the score.
Monday, November 19, 2007
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