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Mocker
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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Where I Started But In A Different Place
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Feb 16th, 2005, 07:22 PM
Quote:
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
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Wherever you go, there you are.
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