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marches marches now on now
as feet traverse the lonely grass
the cobblestones acquire syncopated clicks
foot one foot two across the vast plateau
marches marches on one now what

five four three flavor tree syllabus
encryptus mint fallacious tint true
rendered blue flags beat the sky
in a contest of azure mainly gone
marches on and on was it done mostly too

raised the knees kicking dust and dusty shoe
high high bravely quiet coo
marches marches on and on one by two
freedomed song extracted shone flown
raze raze praise debase marches on and three

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drum plateau
nov 1 2001
sln
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music does this
and it didnt have to make sense

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meglocrush Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2001
your words are magical.

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faithwalker Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2001  Student Photographer
wonderful flow with a hypnotic feel.

You move me without noticing.....

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locussolus Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2001
blue flags beat the sky... that phrase is so evocative. it startled me, after a few readings, jumped out on the third pass. this one is so tightly coiled, i cant help but to extract things and put them back, tentative. but i do it gladly. and will again. yeah, a syllabus would be helpful... :) (Smile)
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--888green888-- Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2001
Forms a rhythm, smells like pepermint, rhymes, and has good use of repetitions. I like this, very much so.

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