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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Un-Special

On a not-so-special night
a gift was given,
a legacy passed,
and there was
significance in the gesture
beyond mere movement.

Given the gift of history
by an un-man,
by an uninhabited
crustacean home
by one of whome most of 
the things of me are lost.

And it means.
Posted by wanderonderer at 1:58 AM

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