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All Beings Considered

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Someone Send Out A Search Party

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Dragons

HOW

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In the Mud

Ever dream
that you're slogging
not wallowing
in the mud.
Peculiar mud.
The sort that sticks and grows.
In the distance,
somewhere out there
voices familiar and unfamiliar...
confusion echos
coaching you on.
Which voice do you listen to?
Which voice is your own?


Copyright June 22nd, 2011 All Rights Reserved
Meloo/Melissa of Tilt-a-World





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