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Woven Yarns
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Misc./Exp. Naked with nothing to read.
Wandered into a quiet room.
Not there to temper greed.
Long ago fought from tomb.
Upon the hunt I followed his lead.
The wildflowers rampant in their bloom.
Scribe born and die shall I be, grave to womb.
In the trap the wrong animal, freed.
Lost there in some deep sense of gloom.
It could have been nothing more than need.
Perhaps it was the will to succeed.
Runes placed now on the loom.
Benjamin Badgley
Thursday, 26 June 2003
