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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Poem VIII

Cellar
Doors set in the earth
In a grove of trees
Silence
And the possibility
Of a hidden mystery
Sheltered in-
Definite boundaries
Of Nature the
Definite limit
Of human endeavor
Posted by Douglas Matus at 2:02 PM

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