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Fighting erosion (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

We the wranglands that forever be count the country from sea to sea carry the burden seeds from thee. Standing deeply together shields the pretty wind against us wields audible voices much un-heeled. Wastes deposited deep inside a latent type of genocide bark stands tough as winds deride. Sun to soil in knotted grand as the unknowings reach for hand oh forgive, the Orangutans.

Christof 13-May-03/4:21 AM
Good to see you at number 12, couldn't happen to a nicer guy. And in this poem you've really let yourself go ans surpassed yourself. The sounds are brilliant, the mystery deep and the feeling of the earth is strong and elemental. Really, this is great.




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