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Sunday, February 06, 2005

Horns

at 3:49 PM

Up and down, thirty year olds
has set your terminals hanging;
jumping too fast with somewhere to be.
Roundabout, 90's youngsters
see and you cringe like leopards.

What is it like to be stabbed by ivory tusks?

Did your dreams make you smile?
They were only real at such a time;
now it's all the same
until ivory horns stab you again.

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