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around the edges cobwebs gather
hidden history this space became
each item retired when replaced
the textured silkyness of maple
lost the battle to particle board
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This I pray
Fall stands to fight
frost puts forth its cold
it shall succumb
glory of color to hold my vision
too soon will it pass
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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