Monday, September 15, 2008

An Imperfect Race Comments

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Blood drips freely onto the morbid fields,
Dapple the mop onto the torn tide of trees,
Mystery's gentle but nothing has changed,
Weep for us, for we've never learned,
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Joseph Williams
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Joseph Williams

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