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Stories...Poems...Words and Wonders |
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Written by Jason Loutitt
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Page 10 of 23 When the world gave to it there was a whisp[er in our earsA sound with no definition ringing out harmonies of truthIn speaking of the experience occasionally ingestion prevailedFor the space between sounds was crowded with reference and fullRight speech isn't seperate only when honouring it so |
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 18 September 2008 )
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