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Jul 20, 2007
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The northener
From the west i come,
from the north i crossed,
the east i go,
the south i know.
my gold is cold
but i wish to wash their feet.
Although its hand has gone calloused
but i hope to shelter them.
— ellisville, Jul 20, 2007
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weirdelf
18 years 11 months ago
there is clearly a good new poet on this block
Conect11
18 years 11 months ago
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