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Dionysus, I came to you, rode up
On the rote, the absolute of absolution -
Now this calls.
Fall is a cruel mistress, I fell,
And a proxy war ensued
Between dreams and desires;
Between ice and campground fires:
Held me up before the dawn.
I wait like a penny in your pocket,
1966 it says.

Riding on the rote, I know
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Nimal Dunuhinga 18 September 2006

Absolutely a great work Kelly. Frustration; if we don't know the meaning of this and go with the wind is much better than of searching it?

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