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The sights and sounds twist and twirl only to decay and die in peace, upon a sea amid the fronds of mediocrity borne upon the wings of fate. We look and cannot see the things which bother most, that nit and pick and boast, and dare us to the test of time to sit and twiddle for a rhyme. Then say....the heck with all the rest. © Charles Henderson 23 Dec. 2016

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