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          • September 28, 2010 8:28 pm
                                  The oranges froze on their branches                            the dead dogs danced through my dreams                         I awoke to find you alive and chanting                                     a hummingbird asleep in the breeze

                                  The oranges froze on their branches
                                        the dead dogs danced through my dreams

                                     I awoke to find you alive and chanting

                                                a hummingbird asleep in the breeze

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