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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Poem VII

Distant, mountainous sounds
The hum of the surf
Or hemispheric insects
Dense in the plain of night
The world turns in silence
While nature is cacophonous
Like a man who fidgets
When he gets nervous
Posted by Douglas Matus at 2:01 PM

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