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          • March 14, 2011 10:37 am

            The soul dreams of soaring
            breathtaking coastal vista’s
            wild and free.

            A golden roaring sun
            giving life and love to a new galaxy.

             3 hours later

            The reality of the situation
            is hiding under the bed
            gnawing on a old hot dog.

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