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Sunday, December 2, 2012

Minute 2.27

The storm’s firstborn, jaw driven to the sand
Iron bells broken, blackened pearls on a strand
Rope an incantation, torches preside
Toilers pull pennies away from the tide.

Posted by neilb at 10:06 PM

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