Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Who We Intend To Be Comments

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A poem of horses outside my door;
It does not belong to me,
But then it is there in the darkness,
And tomorrow I want to ask you what it
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Robert Rorabeck
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Robert Rorabeck

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