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Let my lone arrow of love Rise up to the heavens and... Strike At the burning sun Strike At the freezing winds Strike At the raging rain storms Tearing down my mother's hut Strike At the thieving mice Strike At the vile locusts Strike At the billion weevils Feasting on my father's corn Strike At the swarming flies Strike At the squirming worms Strike At the hated vultures Cleaning up the hunters' wake Strike At the flooding seas Strike At the barren soils Strike At our useless actions Turning all the earth this way.

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Date: 9/26/2011 3:22:00 PM
nice it
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