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Sunday, January 13, 2008

Premature 

Passion builds like a summer storm.
I am the wind, a force of nature
Raging across the prairie with the power to make the forests tremble.
Then--a spark
The majesty begins to falter.
Lightning flashes and the metaphor shatters.
I am a child and the merry-go-round slows to a stop.

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// served up by Hamburger Lad @ 1/13/2008 04:20:00 PM