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A poetry Web site |
worth reading. |
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She sits smiling, waiting against the bricks in the wall. |
She says people act as though it will never fall. |
There was a time when it wasn’t there at all. |
Life exists beyond the bricks for those with the call. |
They, like her, don’t think the bricks are too tall. |
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This Web site is copyrighted © 1998-2005 by Michael Hall |
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